August 11, 2009

What a weekend.

It was a weekend not short of ambivalence.

With all good faith and bad sense, Janet brought my mum and my aunt to Taipei. Taipei, badbad Morakot's playground for the whole of last week. Over the long weekend, Jas and I kept trying to get in touch with her but my typhoonic sis has shut her mobile down. So, we had nothing to report to our other aunties and well-meaning friends. Finally, sometime yesterday afternoon, she called back to say the weather's been fine and they were managing to enjoy their holiday. They will be back in 44 yr-old Singapore this evening. My typhoonic-crazy sister.

Got woken up by some dreadful news yesterday. There has to be a good reason why your friends would wake you up in the morning with a long distance call. Or in this case, a good reason that's bad. We are giving her the space they need. We believe they can pull through this together. We are here to give our support. We are waiting for more news. Meanwhile, we send our love, confident they can feel it, hoping it will help.

Met up with Sharifah for lunch. Simple, economical but between us, it's always the sharing of the teaching work, of her family, of the future that continues to weave our friendship. I would have loved for more of the others to join us. But, what I continue to expect, albeit without really understanding, is that people will always be too care-less to organise a gathering and too busy to attend one organised by another. It's ok. It's about different priorities in life.

Got to be more careful when posting pictures onto FB. To avoid unnecessary questions. This went down the same way as Zie having to be home before her hubby to 'put his dinner on the table', no matter where she is, what she's doing. A raised eyebrow, many ??? in mind, but it's OK! I can respect that kind of expectation and request. It's about different upbringing.

We wished for something that we thought we'd probably not be so blessed to have. But, wishing has no harm. Except that when the wish takes on a material or physical form, presented to us in an obscure way, we rarely realise that it's our wish coming true. Perhaps we didn't even know exactly what we were wishing for when we did. We just make wishes vaguely, and when wishes come true, our disbelieving selves cast doubts on it. We are all insecure inside.

Sometimes, I have to believe, more strongly, that love means to uphold and cherish, regardless of where, when, what, why. If this was a race, it would have to be a lifelong marathon; the prize is in the scenery along the way.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 12:37