My dog is going to have an operation on Friday. It might sounds ridiculous to others–to feel depressed over a pet. However, to those who have a pet, they will understand this. He’s there for me when I tear; he’s there for me when I throw a tantrum; he’s there for me when I need a listening ear. It all sounded so dramatic, but yeah, he’s there for me when I need someone to be there.

He’s only a dog, that’s what most people think. He can’t speak, but he communicates through his eyes. He won’t lie, his every movement are genuine. I love him, he’s part of my life. When I was having a fever and lying on my bed, he would come in to my room and check on me every now and then. when I was coming home late, he’s the only one awake, waiting for me on the doorstep.

There’s so much memories we’ve shared, please don’t let anything happen to him.

The vet says there’s a higher risk for him in the operation as he’s an old dog–14 years old. This is equivalent to human age of  90 years old. He went through a couple of blood test. Seeing the needle injected in to him makes my heart ache. The feeling that was so familiar, and yet awful. It is the same feeling I got when he went for a major operation last year. What word should I use? agony?

I don’t know, I’m feeling very vexed right now. Other than this, the vet also suspects that he has got a heart problem, which will add complications to the surgery.

I’m worried, but what’s the use? I just hope that everything will turn out fine and well.

Please stay strong, I’ll be there for you.

I’ve been observing them for about five minutes since I’ve boarded the bus. Her grandma was trying to stay awake, in an attempt to prevent her granddaughter from slipping away from her arms. But I guessed she might be too tired. Even so, she forced open her eyes every few minutes to check on her granddaughter. Stroking her granddaughter’s hair, she closed her eyes again.

My grandma used to do that to me too. I remembered not having to worry about missing my stop when I sleep in bus. Because someone will always be there to wake me up. The not-so-smooth hand that ran through my hairs.

The memories are sweet. It has been a long time ever since I cuddle in to my grandma’s warmth and act like a child all over again. Maybe I should ask her out just to take bus together. It sounds funny and kind of idiotic. But it means a lot to me:)

My beloved grandma–who is always there when my mum make an attempt to scold me ; always there when my dad tries to cane me. And here she is, still there for me when I am confused and lost. I love you, grandma.

I realize that I might not have everything in life. but I sure have a little of everything. The small, tiny bits of everything which makes my life complete.

I bought a birthday cake yesterday(it was meant to be a belated present for my mum,but it was more on me craving for cakes).We did not blow out the candles(cause my mum doesn’t believe in that).It actually cost me 22 bucks.Expensive isn’t it?It was a small size cake with chocolate topping…

Anyway,It had been a long time since my family was to gather around a table to enjoy a meal(not exactly a meal).It was definitely awesome!It felt great to be able to seat around and have a nice chat..

It was only yesterday that I realized how much my parent have aged.White hairs and wrinkles seemed to be more prominent. I didn’t know why,but my heart ached for them.Or was it because I am afraid to lose them?

Frankly speaking,I’m really grateful to my Secondary schools’ principal,Mrs Kok.She’s the one who taught me the importance of family. She’s a principal who really cares for her student..

Wow!I’m so random!Glad that I’m writing a blog.If not,I’ll be considered out of point.

Great!one assignment down! Just want to make known the importance of family. I’ve also learnt that it’s never embarrassing to tell your parent that you love them,or give them a hug.They might not return you the same sentiment.But deep down in their hearts,it means a lot to them…

I’ve never like school and I hate studying.But maybe it’s time to give it a second thought.

I’ve been working for the last 5 months and today’s my last day in the shop.This is the conclusion that I’ve come up with.

1. never talk back when you get scolded by your boss or your manager when you jolly well know that it is not your fault.
2. do what you’re told to do even if you know that your “seniors” have always been slacking.
3. smile at every customers even when they are real nasty.
4. when it’s time to act like a hypocrite,act like one.
5. believe only half of what your colleague tells you.

There’s so much that I want to say.Working life is definitely not a best choice.You’ll need to swallow back whatever you’re unhappy with.It is so realistic and everything is so hypocritical.Colleague will always remain as colleague.You don’t even get a chance to fantasize about them being your friends(unless you’re really that naive).

I really feel like scolding that four letter word!(I know that it is inappropriate as this is not a personal diary).

Although there’s so much to hold back when you’re working,I’m still glad that I went out to get a job(as there’s so much to learn.From relationship management to self management).At least for now,I wouldn’t say that I hate schooling or studying.Maybe going out to get a job will make you grow.perhaps..But whatever it is,I guess it’s all about following your heart…

This is what happens on the train.A small gesture that tells everything–love.

Everyone’s eyes are fixed on him.(about 18 years old) He limps his way through the crowd and struggles with every steps he takes.Finally,he takes a deep breath before settling himself at a corner.This is when his mum became visible to my eyes.

She pulls out a piece of tissue and gently places her hand on the young mans’ forehead,wiping off every beads of perspiration as her eyes fix on him.

“Thank you,mum.”The young man tries to raise his hand to touch his moms’ face but in vain.( as there’s some difficulties in his movements.Might be suffering from down syndrome)

I realise that people on the train are still having their eyes lock on them.What really catches my attention is that some of them are actually giggling and staring at the young man.The look of discrimination that is found in their eyes.The coldness of the society that is just revealed a few seconds ago.

It seems that the young mans’ mum has already sense that.But she just hold on tight to her son’s hand as though she’s assuring him that everything is going to be fine.

The whole scenario seems kind of awkward,yet heartwarming.

After what seems like eternity,they finally reach their destination(which is sembawang mrt station)The young mans’ mom tightens her grip gently and looks into her sons’ eyes.With tears surfacing on her eyes,she makes her way out of the train,holding her son close to her.

It was so simple,so common and yet so beautiful.

It was a mothers’ love.