做狗比做人好

This is what my dad and granny would sometimes say... see see.. dog is treated better than a human being. Well.. I haven't felt so till today. Remembered the last time granny went over to her friend's place and saw how her friend treated her pet dog. Dog was allowed to sit on the sofa and was showered with much attention and love.. there she came out with this theory.

For me...

Dad was complaining again that I haven't gave them enough money. He said "you think your 3 hundred dollars a lot ar." Well.. it hurts me whenever they do this. 300, yes, isn't much, but within my comfort zone and I thought it meant to be a 心意, instead it has been taken for granted. The elderly would always bear the thinking, "养儿防老", and take it as a must for their children to be their source of income comes old age. True, it is a Chinese virtue of 迎水思原, you must remember your roots and repay your parents' hardship of parenting.

But how come that doesn't apply to pets rearing? All pple gave their best effort, love and time to their pets just like how they brought up their children, set apart the hundreds of money that supported this love. And was there any expectation of a pay back day???

Well, if you think of it, what's the diff? You choose to have a pet, so you have it and love it with no expectation of it repaying your love than loyalty and companionship. You choose to have children, so you have it and his/her love in return, paid for his/her expenses and needs, then treat it like an investment and expect a pay back day? Animals sounds more like love here, and human being? A traded commodity.

I'm definitely not trying to be cruel. I love my parents just in case you're wonderin... and I will practice the virtue, within my means. And at the same time, remind myself not to bring this upon my children. It will be out of their good will to appreciate my effort in parenting but true love does not expect returns. Children didn't choose to be born into this world but you chose to have them. It's a responsibility of yours and not a mandatory for your children.

Signed out,
Da witch.

Tears with love

Tears can be associated with joy and sadness, so can be with love.



We last met up on S, 21 Mar 09. That is abt 45 hours apart from today 23 Mar 09, 6pm, less than 2 days. A long time??? YES, to us, yes.



Ever since we got together, we miss each other, even if we last met up an hr ago, and this love sickness got worst, aft our trip, aft the 2 or 3 days of get-together at my place after my surgery, all the cooking and "couplery" stuff that we did together....



This morning, as usual, he woke me up... but i would neva forget the call. Being extremely sleepy, but still I could remember clearly what he said to me... He cried because he misses me. I was shocked, millions of reasons and questions raced thru my mind, my heart sankened.. what happened? some other things must have ignite the sadness... but none was true, and the one and only reason was indeed that he misses me. How many guys would do that? Maybe a few for others, but for a plain jane like me? One in a million or almost impossible to find another.



I could feel how much he loves me and how much he values me. What a way to start the morning, my heart felt so warmed and filled with love. I am pretty today, because I'm so in love.



Everyone has his/her abundance in one, perhaps money or whatever, but I have love. So much love from this one guy, true love.

Daddy

We were having the bread party at 12midnight! haha.. everyone was eating bread, dad's with peanut butter, mum's with jam, sis and mine with pasta sauce!

Seldom would we have the chance to hang ard like that in peace. Most of the time: doors were shut, mother and daughter were yelling, husband and wife bickering, daughters quarrelling, parents naggin...

Out of the blue, dad said... "找一天每个人没有作工，不用上学，坐在一起这样讲话多么好"

I jokingly asked him if he really had so much to say...

But in my heart, I understood his words, the true meaning behind the laughter. Dad is a family oriented person, he treasures being able to do something for us, thus no matter how tired he is, he still insists to be there for us, fetch us to work, fetch us home, iron our clothes, etc, etc...

He can be fierce and unreasonable at times, but who won't? I have no doubt in giving up my life for him, after all, he spent the last 20plus yrs for us. I felt so ashamed of myself, unable to provide for them. Seeing them slogging hard for money, still, at this age, breaks my heart.

Sometimes, I can't help but succumb to the fear of life and death. I can't afford or bear the pain. It's too much to lose, even worst than dying. Why must our lives be limited by yrs, tenth of yrs and not hundredth or thousandth? Why must there be love if separation is deemed to pull us apart? Why can't there be forever and yet created this word? What is the purpose of this word when nothin could be forever?

Please. Please dun take anyone from me. Please. If you insist, take me, cause it won't make a difference.

Ecstatic

A new word to my dictionary. Meaning in a state of ecstasy.

That long wait... pinning and praying for the balloting result. Erm 6 weeks? Long enuff.

The feeling that day was amazing, my hands were trembling as I clicked on the results, my heart was thumping so hard that I thot others would have heard it.

I was flushing with excitement.

And.... WE GOT IT! - A place we call our own, our dream land. A place where our love will blossoms and roots.

(On the down side... it caused insomnia that night. But... it's so worth it!)

This opened another chapter of our lives and our relationship. A goal that we now work towards. A goal that we share and treasure.

Whatever may come forth, it's not going to stop us. May courage and endurance be with us.

Home Sweet Home

With lots of love,
Da witch