The Sweetest Things?

Once, i asked my dad if he loves mum. He couldn't answer me.
He didn't seem to know how to answer the question.
Perhaps, they've spent so much time together that he doesn't quite know how they feel anymore.
Friends? Lovers? Kins? All of these and more?
But one poignant moment stuck me that day.
Uncle was hospitalised for weeks and so my parents had to go to stay with my grandma and take care of her.
So their schedule went like this:
Mum: Mon to Thurs
Dad: Fri to Sun
This went on for 3 to 4 weeks. Day in, day out, i saw my mum but not my dad. When i saw my dad, we would be having our dinners without mum.
One fine day, my mum said: "Last time, in the morning, I'll make coffee and the two of us would drink coffee together. Now, it's just one person drinking."
I felt touched. For them, after 36 years together, maybe this is their kind of love -- not so much of passion, but love (if it is) just reveals itself in those little everyday moments.
And now that they're inching towards 70, the reality of death drawing nearer by the day becomes more and more real. It is good that they could joke about it. And I'll tell them that they should go together. To live without the other will be such misery. My dad would joke, "I'll be more selfish. I want to go first. If you go first, I'll go find somebody else. Hahahahaha."

Not Even if You're the Longest Surviving on Earth..

I don't know what got into me. I suddenly got into this habit of killing....cockroaches this year.
Once, i was on a kill. 3 gone in a minute.
I wasn't that thirsty to kill really. But 3, doing their sight-seeing in the kitchen was just too much to handle. They left me with no choice. I'm forced to be a murderer.
And i really went all out to kill.
Phhhhhshhhh.....Phhhhhshhhh...Phhhhhshhhh...
So much insecticide trailed their flighty bodies. Fidgety. Struggling.
Almost...Almost..Gone..Not quite..
Struggle..
Final Struggle...
Dead.
Triumphant! I finally killed cockroaches after donkey years of turning a blind eye to them dashing across in zig-zag fashion in front of me.
Few days back. Another cockroach crossed my path.
This time round was a stack of paper rolled to become a formidable pseudo-baton.
Wham! Whack!
Dead.
Killing is not that difficult after all.

Heart-Stopping moment...

Results are out! Results are out!
Finally, the moment.
A sea of words. Why can't i figure out where to look?
I can't seem to find the results of my classes.
Finally found one class! Oh dear. Some didn't do well.
My hand's cold and shaking slightly. But nowhere near when i took my piano exams where it shook uncontrollably, quite reminiscent of a seizure.
On to the next class.
What!?
What?!
What?!
I can't believe my eyes. Had i not controlled my muscles, my eyes would have popped out already. All passed. Unbelievable.
Yay!! On to the next class.
What!?
WHAT!? She got a B?
WHAT!??!?! He got a B too?!?
All passed. Incredibly unbelievable.
Hmmm...Maybe I'm not that bad a teacher after all.
Feel so happy for some of them. We fought a tough fight together. We did it together.
And the smses that came after. Very gratifying indeed.
Phew. I survived my first batch of graduating students.

Bust not...Boom!

I wonder how it can be true that Singapore's total replacement rate is alarmingly low. I'm not sure about you, but it seems like people around me are getting pregnant like it's the simplest thing to do in this world, even easier than sleeping. It's scary.
On a separate note, i'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of my nephew in June. Mixed blood. I wonder how he'll look like. My brother-in-law said the baby's got his sharp nose. I wonder if a father's anticipation and excitement is getting in the way of making sound judgments. Haha. Can't wait for his arrival!