I dropped my wallet yesterday when I was trying to catch a cab to go to VJ for training, something that I did not discover until my mother calling me frantically saying that three boys had delivered it to my house. All my money and my cashcard had already been taken by some dishonest soul, but fortunately my IC, library card and other important stuff were still intact. Unfortunately I was in the middle of the expressway on an expensive cab trip with no money. Due to my mother's late recognition of my ez-link card (I was still using the one with my ugly photo on it), which I had to describe to her (she thought it was an old school pass) we took too long on the phone and my handphone battery went flat.

So I had to call Felda, on the taxi drivers handphone and because I couldn't remember her number I had to transfer the sim card. Thank goodness she got the msg and waited at the concourse for me. Sigh, I lost more than 50 bucks but I was lucky in a way, I guess. Serves me right for being stupid enough to drop it in the first place.

Something happened which I found rather amusing. I had decided to dress myself on that day, which meant I was wearing a bright pink cartooned T-shirt (yes, that one), shorts and sandals, and I supposed I looked younger than I usually do. So when we were going to take the bus to city hall I asked the guys if they coins for one dollar, and Imran said: but you look like a kid what! sixty cents is enough. Being honest, I insisted on borrowing a dollar and I got five twenty cent coins.

So when I got up the bus and very honestly dropped the five twenty cent coins into the slot, the driver took one look at my cartooned T-shirt and proceeded to prove Imran right by giving me a fifty-five cent ticket. So much for honesty. it wasn't even a one dollar coin!

This week was quite a bad week, and this weekend was an especially bad weekend. After Friday I was doubting my capabilities as a coach and feeling somewhat depressed over a loss that was so unfair most people in the room couldn't believe it. Then there was no chance for a rest, after VJ training on Sat morning, tuition on Sat evening and Sun I was so exhuasted I felt nauseous. Sometimes my mother is so damn stubborn I can't stand her. She charges cheap cos well, people have poor family backgrounds blah blah blah, and refuses to change her job scope despite having thoughts in that direction for years. When she gives too much tuition she gets stressed, which is bad for her nerve condition. Then when I take over her response to any mention of me being stressed is that, oh, she can take it up again, no problem! So now whenever I complain I have to scrupulously not mention tuition, or add in a few comments here and there that tuition is very easy.

But during this three days I was really quite touched by a few gestures that people made. First were some of the SC girls, who got me a white lily and a new pair of dainty-ish slippers cos I was always wearing the same sandals. I had intended to buy flowers for them too but really had no time before the matches. Sadly someone sat on my white lily, and I thought my feet shape looked rather strange in them but I was still very touched, nontheless. Then Felda gave me a fancy candle on Sat (the kind that you dont burn) to cheer me up. I don't think I shall ever burn it. I had a sore throat in the evening when I was giving tuition and was so surprised, upon coming out, that the mother of the tuition pupil had boiled me some concoction and presented me with it in a jar and a packet of fisherman's friend. When she was fussing with putting it in a plastic bag with newspaper lining I really didn't know what to say.

So despite my crappy few days they weren't too bad after all, because of the lovely people around me. And I must remember to make little gestures too, because you never know when they can brighten up one's day.