T.G.I.F (I have not said this on my blog for a long time now...)

Minding the renovation works in my little apartment (the men are putting up the awnings today), doing my laundry and pondering on life...

I wonder how it feels to be one of the men balancing on the edge of my windows... with the ground seven floors below... and the wind blowing through your trousers. On top of that, each man has to heave up a part of the heavy awning above his head and fix it above the level of my top horizontal window-frame...

:S It looks kinda terrifying. I'd be totally vulnerable... (Can even feel my knees a little weak and wobbly imagining myself in the men's shoes)... Do these people ever wonder about death? Or 'what if...'? I guess, if you have to do it for a living, you'd not want to think of such things... How about their wives? Would they fear for their husbands each time the men step out of their homes to put food on their tables?

It reminds me of how often I take for granted the many things I've been blessed with in life. And how often I take for granted the services I receive from others...

I want to smile more...

...at the boy who serves me my coffee everytime I visit Coffeebean...coz he always serves me my coffee with a big friendly grin on his face even though he can't speak (he's orally impaired, and communicates via sign language).

...the wonderful janitors who clean up the toilets in the shopping malls...so that we can have nice, white toilet-bowl rims to sit on (OK, at least the girls)...