Weekend Thoughts
My weekend is spent looking after my grandma: changing her pampers,carrying her to the bed, feeding her..I totally feel qualifield to be a nanny..anyone needs one? haha. It's strange too, i suddenly recalled how my grandma used to dote on me and my sis when we were little. Giving me extra money whenever i told her im off to school *thinking of the past*- this 5 or 6 yr old independent little gal carrying her bulky bag on her shoulders, rushing off to school. this elder lady will always ask if she had enough money to eat. she will go to her room and grab some coins to hand to her little granddaughter. She will not think twice about buying vitagen from the desperate door-to-door salesman when he claimed the drink will be beneficial to the kids. Yes. She loved me.... but how did that mysterious buried hatred come about? Ah.. it's called resentment. it's called complicated family history. it's called indirect influence. As i looked at her petite,frail body frame, her sunken cheekbones, her bony legs, something simply stirred in me. Perhaps, all is forgiven......... or maybe there isn't anything to forgive in the first place.
It's just one of those days, where you open the window and stare blankly at the trees and buildings, feel the gentle breeze caressing your face and you'ld just wonder what is life all about. You think about the people around you, are they who you think they are? is it a game of masquerade? who truely loves you and who are merely acquaintances or shall i say a passerby who stop-overed for awhile in your journey of life. i feel as if i've seated in a train for a long time. i wonder where is my destination? when do i know or how do i know how to get off? hmm..have i been thinking too much? perhaps everything is only a fragment of my imagination.
It's just one of those days, where you open the window and stare blankly at the trees and buildings, feel the gentle breeze caressing your face and you'ld just wonder what is life all about. You think about the people around you, are they who you think they are? is it a game of masquerade? who truely loves you and who are merely acquaintances or shall i say a passerby who stop-overed for awhile in your journey of life. i feel as if i've seated in a train for a long time. i wonder where is my destination? when do i know or how do i know how to get off? hmm..have i been thinking too much? perhaps everything is only a fragment of my imagination.