Thursday, April 20, 2006
Cleared 2 subjects already. Went in to do my ecotourism paper today despite my inadequate preparation. As steph's bday is on monday, and Dean, Wanqi and me happened to have papers on monday and tuesday, we decided to celebrate for her in advance yesterday. Had so much fun talking crap and laughing with my girls last night that i totally neglect my ge paper. Think i should be able to pass cos i wrote a lot, and if i fail it will definitely be because it's so full of rubbish that the marker decided not to read my shitload of crap and fail it.
Just came back from the airport. Fetched my dad there. Though this not the 1st time that my dad go overseas with his friends, i cant help but feel worried that he is travelling without the company of my mum. Before we leave for the airport, i saw my dad rubbing his calfs with some massage ball. Recently, the doc that he goes for regular checkup with told him that he might have chances of getting stroke. I'm worried because he suffered from mild stroke before. The day that i visited him at the hospital was the day that i saw my dad in his most vulnerable state because some parts of his body was numb and he could felt nothing with his hand. My dad has always been the strong-headed type. It was frightening to see my dad so sick, so vulnerable. Even though he has recovered ever since then, each time i see him massaging his hands or legs, i cant help but feel very scared that the past will come back to haunt him again...
I wish my mum had gone with him when i saw some wives of my dad's friends tagging along. I know she wanted to tag along but she was worried that i will not have my regular meals during my exams and my bro.
Mum's always with my dad wherever they go.. Be it hanging out at their usual massage centre, collecting debts for my dad's business, passing money to his worker or very simple things like fetching me from school. They have the same friends, same hobby, same expectations out of life. They are not super rich, yet not too poor, just simple and contented couple who wish to see their 2 children grow up and get married happily.
Before my dad left, mum keep fussing about the number of clothes he bringing and whether he brought his medicine. Nothing is more touching than seeing mum standing behind the glass panel and watched my dad for a long time even after he has entered the customs...
Many people say that there is no love after marriage, it's just companionship. I do think that love exist between my parents...and i do hope that my marriage will be like theirs in the future...
Nothing scares me more than knowing my parents will be gone one day...