It takes the littlest things to make me smile, and this weekend was full of large grins. Simply said, even if I did clean out my salary in a weekend, it was well worth it. Random, simple things that well, make all the bullcrap I go through at random times in my life all go away.

For one, I saw my friends for a couple hours last Saturday. Abby, Vinnny, Pao and Kiko, it has been too long, and that lunch was too short. Sausages both consumed and inferred, made me a happy bunny for Saturday lunch. I can’t wait for the decimation of Poco Deli’s supply when we do conquer it.

HMR and its random fun items made me want to buy a stuffed bear bigger than me, it’s a good thing I was setting aside cash for other activities, that would not have fit in our car. Still want one though. Maybe if extra spending money comes along, or an enormously bad day has me running to that American surplus store for fluffy companionship.

Bowling with the fam (and the boyf) and getting high scores with my “bounce” roll. Here’s to winging it and winning it. My bowling arm had me moving to a 10lb. ball, and getting a strike for the first time since I can remember. It also had me with a swollen ring finger for the last few frames, as it got squished between 2 10lb bowling balls in excitement to “dribble”.

Seeing people play badminton got me frustrated I couldn’t play and excited to try it for the first time since high school. I was pretty competitive then, but well, I knew no rules and was only killing shuttlecocks across our school’s basketball court. Must play soon and see if I can still hit those things.

Free ice cream (see previous post)

A golden retriever pup that keeps dribbling dog spit on my pants but looks quite adorable doing so. He’s getting big, and has his moments of “NOOOO” but most of the time just hangs out watching tv being cute. I <3 Ferb!

So here’s hoping the coming weekends will be as good as this one. Hello Universe!

This past week, my view of the world took a beating. Hard truths about human greed smacked me in the face, and the sick, depressing video of a two year old Chinese girl getting run over and ignored by thirteen people really shattered the rose colored glasses I still put on every morning.

Last Sunday, my faith in the world got a little pat in the back.

After mass at UP Diliman, we headed to the shopping center for a light lunch, Rodic’s so the post lunch badminton game wouldn’t have us sluggish and sloshing random food around in our stomachs. I had been craving ice cream for days, longing for (but too lazy to go to) Sebastian’s cookie dough ice cream. I figured I’d soothe my crave monster with a cone from the Fruits in Ice Cream freezer/scooping station in one of the center’s stalls, and get it cheap, with P23 a scoop, I won’t feel gypped and I’d have ice cream in mah belleh.

There was a 40-ish man in line in front of me, buying 2 ice cream cones for him and his son, who was outside the stall. I kept my distance as he had already told off his son to not wander off. I remember he ordered a mango scoop for his son and a strawberry one for himself. Handing the mango one to his son, he repeated his order to the lady who was scooping. He then turned to me and asked “Ano sayo? (What are you getting?)” and I said green tea. I figured he was asking because 1. He was making conversation. 2. He was trying to get the lady to hurry up as she was quite slow. 3. He was the owner and was making the lady go faster for customers. What I didn’t expect was for him to repeat my order to the lady scooping up ice creams, and repeating his order of a strawberry scoop. After the lady handed him my green tea, he said “What a healthy order.” to me, and told the lady that he was paying for my ice cream. He then handed me my ice cream and said “Have a great day.”

Dumbfounded, I said, thank you and shuffled out the stall in shock. It was so random, so nice, and so perfect for the week of harsh truths and crazy news items that I had, that I could only go back to Rodic’s (where the rest of my family was) and tell them about the story.

So Mr. Ice Cream man, thank you. You just made this girl’s Sunday better, and restored her faith in the human race.