Ode to retirement...

This blogging frenzy must be spurred by the lack of it for the past few weeks. I do have many updates i wanna pen down. Hopefully my fingers could keep up with my thoughts.
My parents are officially going into retirement, after 21 years into the retail business. How exciting! How scary! How wonderful! Clashing thoughts definitely. Well, after so many years of not having them around too much at home, suddenly they are always going to be at home. At least for most part of the week. I think my family's up for hell of a ride.
My mum can be quite a control freak. All the time she's not around, i'm already a rebel in her eyes because i just couldn't stand her controlling ways. Parents should just stop treating their kids like babies, when they reach the age of 18. Because if they do, here's the result: My first sis is still a baby in her early 30s and that irony pisses the hell out of me -- the youngest. Not that i like being treated like a baby. I detest that absolutely. For me, the idea of anyone above the age of 21 and still behaving like she needs to be taken care of deserves to sleep in the streets. Set the dogs on her. Life has been too merciful to her. Someone up there should give her a wake-up call. I hate that she's still lapping up the attention my mum's showering on her when it should be the other way around. She's indulging in my mum's indulgence. And because of that, my mum thinks she should indulge in me too. Again, something i strongly detest. We should be doing the taking care of instead. (Ok, i shouldn't be bad-mouthing my sis, but she really does irritate the hell out of me. I'll stop, for now. Whatever i've written, some are for comic relief. I dislike her actions, but i have nothing against her. I don't mean it when i say "Set the dogs on her". Haha.) They've worked hard enough for us. They should be enjoying themselves now.
Having rebelled against my mum for half my life, i think she got the message. Though understanding does not mean acting on that understanding, of course. And frankly speaking, to be fair, i do get a lot of freedom. But just not enough for me. I can't imagine what's going to happen now that she's going to be always around.
Maybe that's her ploy to get her daughters' asses out and make them get married soon. Ha. Such great length she's going to. But doomed for failure, i must say, because while she's a control freak, fate is not something in her purview.
Their first assignment after retirement would be a tour to Korea in April. Yes, they should travel all they want when they're still fit and healthy. They really deserve to take it slow now. Raising four daughters, providing for a small contigent of relatives in times of need is really not an easy task. My parents are super, having toiled for the family the way they did. My dad's white hair isn't genetics probably. It's the result of the heavy burdens he carried half his life. My mum's hands aren't rough from ageing. It's proof of her tireless dedication to care for her siblings, then her children since she was ten. Gripe as i may about my mum, but i really salute her.
So after so much complaining, i guess this entry is still dedicated to celebrating their retirement and the thought of spending more time with them. Cheers to retirement!! :)

A Queen's Blessing...

A simple hand-made card. A few lines of words. A birthday card that came 7 months late felt as good as if the card had arrived on my birthday itself.
A card from her Royal Highness, The Queen.
The card, air-flown from Manchester, would not have arrived in such late fashion had the number on the envelope been written as 102 instead of 203.
In the end, The Queen herself, had to personally hand it over to her loyal subject, as she made her annual round to Malaysia and Singapore to bless her beloved subjects with Mandarin oranges and her royal air.
The Saturday she flew back with her Prince PhD to Manchester, the parting wasn't that hard. Probably have gotten more used to not having her around. Probably also because she looks as though she's very happy with her new life.
But seeing the card and reading the contents, boy, drew back lots of memories. I'm gonna miss her again. Sigh.
A card's only a card. But the memories, friendship and well wishes that came along with it made it such a priceless gift.
A simple hand-made card. A few lines of words.
Thank you, Your Royal Highness.
Your beloved servant is touched. Signing off, wishing you the best as you continue with your adventure in that foreign land.

My dear blog, sorry to have neglected you for such a long time. Sayang. Sayang.
Your owner ought to get a good lashing indeed. Only two entries for this year so far. No wonder your skin is green with algae. Haha. Maybe i should give you a good scrub and change your skin soon.
OKAY. I'm being a bit too much here, gloating at my own blog?! How absurd.
Back to my normal, serious stuff.
Started teaching at my alma mater. No, not my secondary school. But JC. Strangely, i once had a dream about teaching at my alma mater. But it's BP. Must be a harbinger of some sort.
Okay, in case my blog ends very abruptly, it's my first sis's fault. She wants to use the computer and she wants to use it fast. It's her laptop i'm using to blog now. And because it's hers, she doesn't think there needs to be ANY goodwill on her part to let her own sis use it. Well, my laptop's sitting in my second sis's office now because she needs to use it. Ain't my first sis obnoxious?!? My kids in school are WAY lovelier than her. In fact, they're so adorable i'll love to hug them. Hmmm, but given the protocols and the bad press about misbehaviours from teachers, not a good idea.
Since i'm at the topic of my sis, let me unleash my complaints against her here. I must have been a real baddie in my previous life to be meted with such cruel punishment -- having to live with such an inconsiderate and selfish person.
Okay, i'm going to end my blog here for now cos she's gonna stake claim on her property REAL SOON.
I'll come back real soon. I promise!! :P
Another BIG Sayang for my blog for now!!