the past 2 weeks have been a time of relaxation, a time of reflection, a time of decision and a time of bonding (that's code for bickering, arguing and getting irritated with each other. just like old times).
my family means the world to me.
my mother constantly fussed over me the first few days since i was still slightly sick. she went and bought chinese medicine since apparently the western one didn't work. as much as it sucked, i know she did it because she loved me enough to force-feed it to me. literally looking over my shoulder everytime i had to take it. and if i didn't, she'd take the spoon in hand and feed it to me herself. she went and bought all sorts of chinese medication for me to bring back because she KNOWS that i won't do it myself. she would remind me everyday to be strong and to be mentally prepared for life there. in other words, not to be a wuss. of course there were times when i wanted to strangle her. like the time when she would call me from school just to ask me what i'm doing. there was one day she called me 11 times. in the span of 3 hours. that has GOT to be some sort of record. and as much as it annoyed me at that time, i know i'm going to miss it when i'm all the way across the sea.
my daddy has been a brick. not being a stick in the mud at all. it was so funny how i managed to surprise him when i came home. his eyes damn near popped out of his head. they never looked so big in my life. then came the scolding for not telling him to come pick me up and not informing that i was coming home early. and he'd gone back to protective daddy mode when i would be out late at night and he would call and ask where i was and how come i wasn't home yet. UNTIL he realised that i'm now quite grown up and that he had called me at 10pm. he even forgot my birthday. i guess he was wondering why all of sudden i cooked dinner and was happily tucking into the food when my sisters asked me what i was going to do and he was like...do for what? all eyes turned to him in incredulity over his forgetfulness. but i don't blame him. he's already got so much on his mind trying to make ends meet for his family. so i don't care if he forgets my birthday. just because he loves me so much to want to give me the best that i can have.
esther has been a darling. what with spending time in the car aimlessly driving to KL in the middle of the night just because we felt like it, to having heavy, heavy breakfasts and making lame jokes that make us laugh til no sound comes out. she wrote a post on her blog today which made me cry. lyn if you're reading this, it's with a heavy heart that i'm leaving as well. but i guess it can't be helped. i won't hug you 'cause i know we'll both start bawling like banshees and have puffy, slit eyes tomorrow.
sara as usual has been the diva. but it wouldn't be her if she wasn't. taking her to driving tests and picking her up has been interesting. especially since she failed twice but managed to pass the third time round. third time's a charm as we all know. seeing her starting to dress more grown up like and wearing more makeup than i am and talking like she thinks she knows what's going on has made me feel like i'm missing a huge chunk of her life. she's not the little girl anymore that we use to complain about getting her way after throwing tantrums. in her place, there's this young lady that STILL throws tantrums, but in a different way. i'm not sure WHAT way...but she still manages to do it.
gosh...this sounds like a eulogy. I'M NOT DYING!! but why does it feel like a part of me is?
i'm just cruisin' with my sisters,
we're gonna have some supper,
we're on our way to maccas,
and we're gonna call ah-peng-er,
i'm just cruisin' with my sisters...
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