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| When stressed, eat chocolate.
But too much chocolate causes headache,
and headache causes stress.
When stressed, eat...
But seriously, I Love Chocolate :)
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| Is something wrong with me?
See, my dad played this hokkien song from a Karaoke VCD, and as the woman was singing, he explained the lyrics to us.
Basically, the woman was singing as a wife. Professing her love for her husband by saying that despite all their troubles and quarrels, when they grow old, she still wants to be with him and listen to him brag about how handsome he was when he was young. And when the time comes for them to go, she hopes she'll be first one to go because she doesn't want to be without him. But in the next verse, she changes her mind and says it's better that he goes first, so that he won't be sad without her.
Ok. Sappy lyrics aside. Maybe the melody was too aesthetically-effective. Or maybe it's just the image of the woman standing there, singing her heart out to the love of her life which she had spent almost half her life with.
I also thought about the death of a friend's father in his sleep about 1 year ago, leaving her mother absolutely devastated.
And I also thought of my grandfather, who left grandma behind.
I think the thought which really did it was the image of one of my parents going first, leaving the other undoubtedly lonely for the rest of his/her life. Yes, despite troubles and quarrels, I believe they want to be together when they grow old.
And just like that, the floodgates OPENED.
My dad and brother just stared at me in shock. I believe my brother even looked irritated (But he still offered me a tissue).
I have nothing to say, either.
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| Supposed to be doing work, but my mind keeps going to the shop which I'm going to later to collect not ONE, but TWO rolls of film!
Really really REALLY hope they'll turn out well. Scared and excited at the same time... (and trying not to think about the $ cost $ involved).
ok... CONCENTRATE!!
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| I was about to fall asleep last night, when my brother came into the room after his rather late bath.
"*, Are you still awake?"
"mmmm."
"Oh good! I just thought of something in the bathroom and I wanted to tell you!"
"mmmm?"
"I was just thinking, about how, you know, we are born and are given names and identities and we learn different skills like playing the piano and beatboxing, and are labelled as different things, but when we DIE, it's like, it all becomes nothing!"
"...."
I admit, the irritated sleeper in me wanted to say "you woke me up just for THAT?" but I guess the better side won and I ended up staying up to chat some more. The truth was, I had a similar thought a few days ago, when I was feeling really stressed about work and all. This thought had come into my mind then: When we die, all these things don't really matter anymore. So we might as well enjoy while doing it! And immediately I felt more relaxed. I know, it's weird how thinking about death made me more relaxed. I'm weird. heh. Not forgetting how weird it was that we should have the same thoughts on different days!
Anyway, I must have been too tired after the chat, because I fell asleep almost immediately after saying "good night", and woke up with a stiff neck this morning, unable to turn right! It was such a hassle looking both ways when I wanted to cross the road!
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| I love my pink skipping rope from Daiso!
Thanks to Shuting's recommendation, and jw's magical eyes who spotted the skipping rope among so many things at the huge store!
I skipped for 15 minutes today. Almost half the time was spent trying to get a good momentum going because my clumsy feet kept getting tripped by the rope. Still, I worked up quite a sweat and... surprisingly, it felt good!
Upon googling about skipping (wanted to make sure I won't be hurting my joints or something), I found this local organization called Rope Sports Singapore: their website offers tips on skipping and even provides info on skipping classes!
Suddenly I feel motivated. I hope I'll be disciplined enough to do at least a few minutes every day! | | |
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