Let the love march in

I was being serious when I told Jack that I'm too lazy to blog for the last few days because there're simply too many thoughts to re-organise and literate in coherent sentences. Okay I procrastinate.

I can fully empathize with those who have been forced by circumstances to live apart from their loved ones for long periods of time, because Dad has been shuttling between Singapore and his work overseas for the past few years. While I've grown, not by choice, accustomed to the absence, it's leaves an unfillable vacuum within the family fabric that has, on many occasions, challenged our bonds. And I wouldn't want to be in Mum's position; to have her husband torn from her by work, to lay on the cold of the bed linen at night and pray silently for that other warmth to cuddle into, and to sit on an indefinite schedule for the next time he comes home. I would go berserk within the week if I were in her shoes. So it's fully justified that they take this week off as a reward for their unwavered perseverance and the love I'm still learning to grasp fully. Looking forward to the family trip next week, even if it means missing out on tuition sessions and time with Jack.

And nothing's insurmountable after all, judging from this semester. I was awoken abruptly by the pull SMS that morning at 7am, deliberated for 30 minutes with my heart in my throat, and let out a hearty cheer that sounded suspiciously like the screeching of a banshee. My gamble has paid off, and I thank those who have stood by me, fed me your trust and empowered me with the will to keep breaking down walls. While I'm anticipating another 2 hectic semesters to hurdle over, the strength you all have given me will keep my engines chugging healthily until the very last moment. Hello there, Honours Year.

I know we're going to be labelled kan chiong spiders when I say this: we went to HDB to take a look at their latest BTO offering and, being the perfectionists we are, we simply couldn't bring ourselves to love 100% of the unit layout. For a start, it doesn't seem to make much sense to nest the shelter room within the kitchen and have its door open outwards, effectively blocking the way to the laundry area. Plus the kitchen simply isn't large enough for my liking, especially when I want to make cooking a great part of my domestic life. So the verdict's a no this time round. Oh well. We had fun anyway. We always do. :)

11 days to sun, sand and the sea. :)