i was on my way to work when i saw this man sleeping... i think he was tired and he did not bother much... i hope he got a good rest. i wished i could stop everything and go to sleep too, in peace without bothering the surrounding or the people - but i must go to work. unless i want a sleepless night. hehehe. then again it was humid out there with noise & dust from the streets. or perhaps he was sick... then again shouldn't he just go home and sleep?
buka puasa had become more "happening". surrounded by few working colleagues, sharing and giving. so far Shafie had been the most generous toward us. Alhamdulillah... mudah-mudahan rezekinya bertambah melimpah - Amin.
i was on my way home from work. when i saw this man sleeping at the bus stop. he does not look tired but i bet he was drunk. vomit on the right and his nicely place shoes on the left with his glasses neatly place on the ground. nobody really care, i don't. he can go home and sleep in peace but he just could not be bother... why should i?just my thinking: if he can afford to buy drink and got himself drunk - i guessed he should afford to pay for a taxi fare home... but then again only he knows his action.
so... today GOD opened my eyes and set me thinking... home is always the best place to be.
my bus service 143 arrived. grandma, i'm going home.
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