We celebrated Mothers' Day yesterday at the beach. It was a pot luck celebration. I went there after placing my vote for the election. It was sunny and with no intention to sun tan, I was still baking myself. I had fun catching up with my love ones and enjoying the wide spread of good food with these lovely mothers. I went off earlier to watch Thor with Hiddy. I thought of Phil when I was at the cinema. I have not caught any movie since we stopped seeing each other. Watching movies with Phil was my favourite routine. It shall remain as a hobby in the past. He made such a difference after three years of movies for almost every weekend.
I stayed up with my mother, watching the election results. I have never been up for anything on tv this late apart from soccer. It is interesting to be politically updated somehow. Perhaps the social networking sites have brought the GE 2011 to a whole new level. I see that as a hot topic in Face Book and Twitter. The Returning Officer, Yam Ah Mee shot to fame. He should really learn intonation!
I'd to visit my paternal aunt in a Malaysian hospital. Just as soon as we got to see her, she was getting a transfer to Regency Specialist Hospital. I saw her frowns. I was praying for God to lessen her pain. She screamed to beg the nurses to stop moving her. I looked from a distance so that I'd not cause any obstructions. Papa looked sad. They have not seen each other for more than two years. I didn't accompany Papa to go to Malaysia for Chinese New Year or even Qing Ming. He didn't want to miss seeing his sister for the last time.
We drove to the hospital. There wasn't any patient other than my aunt in the emergency department. With her eyes closed, she was grumbling about the pain. Papa got me to greet her. I did as told. She opened her eyes for a while to acknowledge my presence. She told me she wanted to die. She had tubes all over her body. She was hardly the plump aunt I knew. She looked so much like late Grandma. Her extended family came shortly. I saw my cousins and my nieces. I feel out of place cos I do not speak dialect and I am not close to any of them. I am only too glad to head home.
When I was doing my marketing at the usual supermarket, a lady approached me. She apologized before asking for help. She was holding on to Ventolin on one hand and some cash on the other. She explained she wanted to get milk for her son but ran short of $5. I offered her the money and saw how thankful she was. To me, it's not easy to put away one's pride to 'beg' unless outta desperation. I saw a mother's love on this special day.
I stayed up with my mother, watching the election results. I have never been up for anything on tv this late apart from soccer. It is interesting to be politically updated somehow. Perhaps the social networking sites have brought the GE 2011 to a whole new level. I see that as a hot topic in Face Book and Twitter. The Returning Officer, Yam Ah Mee shot to fame. He should really learn intonation!
I'd to visit my paternal aunt in a Malaysian hospital. Just as soon as we got to see her, she was getting a transfer to Regency Specialist Hospital. I saw her frowns. I was praying for God to lessen her pain. She screamed to beg the nurses to stop moving her. I looked from a distance so that I'd not cause any obstructions. Papa looked sad. They have not seen each other for more than two years. I didn't accompany Papa to go to Malaysia for Chinese New Year or even Qing Ming. He didn't want to miss seeing his sister for the last time.
We drove to the hospital. There wasn't any patient other than my aunt in the emergency department. With her eyes closed, she was grumbling about the pain. Papa got me to greet her. I did as told. She opened her eyes for a while to acknowledge my presence. She told me she wanted to die. She had tubes all over her body. She was hardly the plump aunt I knew. She looked so much like late Grandma. Her extended family came shortly. I saw my cousins and my nieces. I feel out of place cos I do not speak dialect and I am not close to any of them. I am only too glad to head home.
When I was doing my marketing at the usual supermarket, a lady approached me. She apologized before asking for help. She was holding on to Ventolin on one hand and some cash on the other. She explained she wanted to get milk for her son but ran short of $5. I offered her the money and saw how thankful she was. To me, it's not easy to put away one's pride to 'beg' unless outta desperation. I saw a mother's love on this special day.
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