The storm is here
Echoes of people heard all over
Some said it’s the wind
Some said it’s the warmth of the air
Some blamed the waning faith
Some wanted blood sacrifice to be made
The storm is here
You could try deception
You could maybe feign repentance
You could still offer it a lamb
The storm is here
The storm is here,
And it is it’s right to be
The storm is here,
Is there a need for a meaning?
The storm is here
It is here to stay
Two mothers with one same dream,
To love and protect, raising their own.
Mother hen foraged everything for chicks,
For they are loud and helpless, feeble and small.
Great start for the queen, as she laid to feed.
Kittens who are quiet that suckled their way.
But the chicks then followed, saw and learnt,
That danger lurks and scarcity is real.
The growing kittens played and chased.
Awaiting mother with dinner and milk.
By two full moons mother hen weaned them all.
For they now are able despite the feathers.
“Find your own scran and fight your battles,
Though together we still are in our flock of greatness”.
The kittens are now large but what could they do?
Their mother had not shown them the hunt in the woods.
Two mothers with one same dream.
But a different beginning and a different end.
Purring sound of the wind
Blades of grass giggles as the wind strokes
The smell of earth
Clouds marching across the reflection of the sea
Some ropes stays
Some breaks
Some mends
Some wither away
My baby sister is my first baby actually. I was technically a teenager when she was born.
I watched her grow up, rock her to sleep. Cooked meals for her when parents were working, and begrudgingly nagged her to shower everytime we’re on our own. I was her tooth fairy for so many years, because I wanted her to have a magical childhood as my Asian parents were too busy to make sure we’re fed and clothed.
When she came live with us 3 years ago, was the first time she left home. Although it was meant to be a temporary solution while she get posted all over the country, eventually we all got comfortable and she decided to travel even 4 hours to her placement.
She was so miserable living in Birmingham that she moved back to us 😂😂😂.
I’m not going to lie, I was so lonely before she came. Having her around made me so much happier. She helps out with the kids and the house all the time, and that made everything felt much more bearable.
Nothing beats coming home to cooked meals from work, not needing to look after the kids and cook at the same time ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
I will always miss our kdrama binge nights.
She’s now going to start her independent life. She’s a full fledged adult now. She’s going to manage everything on her own. Our baby is no longer a baby.
I’m trying really hard not to show how sad I am, because I know I should be excited for her. In reality I will definite cry a river if I just let myself be. Don’t worry she doesn’t read this blog. None of my family members do 😂 including Mojuju.
Let her think I’m alright about it, because then she wouldn’t feel sad about leaving either. The worst thing will be both of us just crying at each other 😂😂😂😂😂
For an overly sensitive personality like mine, I find it really hard to let people in.
To me, I feel it’s equivalent to standing bare naked in the open.
Without optimism, humanity would have vanished.
I thought it was normal to have deep talks with kids.
I told my friends how having 2 kids is probably the best balance, and that having one more will likely thin out my attention and either one child is going to be emotionally neglected or all of them are not going to get the best of me.
No I don’t think having more than 2 kids is wrong, I’m saying I can’t manage. I’m not that good of a parent lol…
I told them how I have time alone with both Monday and Tuesday and that Monday and I have deep talks at night. We talk about life in general.
Monday is a sensitive soul despite how stubborn and boyish he looks. A lot things can easily hurt him. He may act out but inside he’s just soft. So we have really deep talks – – – him telling me if he’s sad, and why he’s sad. Mainly he’s wrapping his head around death. We have pets that died you see. I think it’s really hard on a child. It’s hard on even me! So we work through thing.
“What if you die. What’s going to happen?”
“I wish people don’t have to die”
I tell him how I’ll always be with him even after life and always watch over him as a star. But mainly, I tell him I will try my very best not to die.
We hug and hold each other hand. I tell him how it’s alright to be afraid, but there’s a lot more in life than just death. But death is ultimately what makes life precious. Death gives our life meaning. And for me, the meaning of my life is him and Tuesday. If I’d never die, then what is precious to me now will not be as precious because it will never end.
We have such deep talks with him leading with topics all the time.
“mommy can I tell you something”
That sentence is one that I would miss… When he grows up.
My friends were shocked at how deep our conversation goes. I guess yes he’s only 7 or so. But he has a deep soul.
I’m sure Tuesday would too. And I want to be there to listen to her deep talks.
To be honest, I used to have thoughts like that when I was 8, but never knew who to speak to. Living as a middle class kid in a developing country mean that my parents are always working, always focused on how to feed me. It was all about survival. But now things are different. I want to be the want to listen to my kid’s concern about life in general.
Deep talks may never continue infinitely with Monday when he grows, but that is exactly why it is so precious.
Guyssssss I love spicy food so so so so bad. Like I’d eat crazy spicy. I love it. A meal is boring without chilli. It’s like… Like a beach without waves, a mountain with no sunrise or sunset.
But about a year or two ago, I noticed as much as my tongue could handle, my stomach can no longer. I’ve even went in to ED not realising I have severe gastritis, thinking that Holy is it a gallstone? 😂 It was THAT painful. Nevermind that I think I may actually have melaena at one point but because it stopped after a day I didn’t go in to hospital for it 😂😅
I NEVER USED TO HAVE THIS PROBLEM UP UNTIL MY LATE 20S!!!!!!
Also, FYI if you don’t know, I’ve been learning to play drums. About 3m now? And it’s been lit! Except my hip. I HAVE SEVERE HIP PAIN – – – actually it’s because my stool was really crap and too low as well. But still… I was limping for 2 weeks!
I also noticed my hip flexor being a little weak. Actually this problem started right after labour with Lil’Tuesday. Immediately after giving birth to her I could not walk. I was waddling unable to lift my thighs up no matter how hard I try. It appears that I dislocated my pelvis so I needed to bring it back before my hip flexor could work properly.
There no denying guys. I’m old. Huhuuuu. I’m rusting….
We went to the safari today. I was a little disappointed because the weather was so hot all the animals were under shades or napping in their hut. It was difficult to spot most of them.
Why do the big cats sleep so much???! ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ Their fluffy belly tho.. Omg I swear I’d be the first to die in the wilderness because I’ll pet any fluffy living things.
After the safari drive we had lunch and the kids were playing in the sand pit. There were playground too but seriously, it’s as if they’d never see sand before!!!! We can’t have a sand pit tho, our cat would probably rejoice for having a giant litter tray 😂
Funny enough both kids’ favourite part was the sand…. Not the rhino, or anything… Well maybe the baboon but that was only because they wrecked the car and the kids find that funny.
“the monkey ate our car,” Lil’Tuesday giggled as she recalled.
It takes so little for children to be happy, and yet it always feel so difficult at the same time.