Now, all I need to do is find a convenient way to get to his clinic. Hmmm.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
So now I'm just winging it, and hoping that the email address that I typed is the correct one. *crosses fingers* If not, this blog post will probably get losy in cyberspace (or in some randome stranger's email inbox.)
I guess I need some explanation for the absence here. Work's been ridiculously busy, and I've gotten rather lazy. Each time I think about penning a blog entry, I decide that it's just easier to play Boggle or some randomly downloaded game instead.
Other than that, all is well. I think. Been itching to go somewhere, but have been to busy to even think about where and when to go. Japan and Norway seem to be on the cards, but I want to go somewhere near, and soon. *pout*
Maybe I'll tag along to Alf and Rita's trip to KL. And stock up my HDD while I'm there. Hiak hiak.
The project that I talked about embarking on earlier this year is moving oh-so-slowly that it makes me wonder if it is something that is even viable or not. But press on I will. Need more discipline and patience.
Ah well, I guess I shouldn't complain. :)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I go get the bandaids from the first aid kit and pass it to my dad.
After cleaning my wound, he opens up the bandaid and proceeds to help me dress my wound. Wrongly.
"Eh. Wrong ah. Your cut is so high?"
He then RIPS the sticky part of the bandaid off my WOUND, and then sticks it on again.
"Nevermind la. Tomorrow change again."
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
And on my way home after dinner, I thought about it, and realised how lucky I really am.
I'm so lucky that I have such amazing parents. Not many people can say that they grew up in such a loving and affectionate family, but I'm lucky that I had a very happy childhood. I'm lucky that I have parents who are so supportive of me, yet not cloyingly so.
My parents tell me off, but take the effort to explain when and how I am wrong. They teach me different perspectives on things and harsh words are used sparingly (if at all), and a stern voice is usually the most I get out of them.
They lead by example, showing me how kindness, love, patience, generosity and hospitality should be. And I know that they do the best that they can to be parents that I can love, respect, look up to and turn to for advise or comforting words.
I'm lucky that my parents understand and know when to let go, yet are always be there for me when I need them. I'm lucky that they don't play mind games or guilt trips on me. I'm lucky that all my life, I've been showered with an unconditional love.
Most of all, I'm lucky that I share an affection with my parents and am not afraid to hug or blow a kiss to them. And I hope they know that I know how much they love me, and how much I love them too.
Monday, February 6, 2012
To all yous who feel guilty about eating too much over the festive period, don't! If you don't overeat, you're not doing it right. Abundance, right? Hehehe.
Anyway, one of the good things about being divorced and subsequently dating someone that everyone disapproved of, is that I'm no longer subject to the "when are you getting married?" questions from all the older folk in the family. In fact, I think everyone is just happy that I'm not off and running to some faraway land, and that I'm just here.
I've definitely been making an effort to spend more time with the parents, especially since I'm the only one left in Singapore, and I can tell that my parents are happier.
I've enjoyed just taking a break and settling at home (if that makes any sense), and this year seems to be a super nua year so far. Just hanging out at home, reading books, watching endless reruns or cooking simple meals.
Lazy evenings and weekends are really quite blissful.