Messy genes

I just told my mum that the reason why our house is messy is because of genes.
haha.

I think my mum is super patient, and i don't know why i never really saw that about her till a few years back. I've heard stories about my friends' mums and i have to say that I'm really glad mine is pretty cool. She's really calm, and hardly gets agitated or mad about anything. She tends to nag a little, but not in the really ' you-better-do-this' attitude , but more of repetition. I guess if i were a mother myself, i would do the very same thing, because it's better to warn your child about something, than not say anything at all i guess. I think it's really tough being a parent. Sometimes i don't think i want to be one because i don't think I'll be a good parent. But i think I'll be a fun one.


You know, sometimes when i see the different autistic children around, i think people ought to be so thankful for what they have. I think in our society we worry about being the best, excelling in whatever we do, so we can have a good future. Whatever happened to character, and all the other qualities that make us different than the one next to us? I can't imagine how any parent with an autistic child feels, but i think it puts to shame anyone who's worried that their child isn't beautiful , or smart enough for this world. We should be thankful for whatever we have. Please don't misunderstand, I'm not telling anyone to feel better off than anyone else. I think it's ridiculous that the only time we feel better about ourselves, is when we look at someone worst off than ourselves. We should look at what we have, good or bad, whatever it is, and just be happy for life.

Cool SHOES!

I got this rain boots from Target. YAY! I've always wanted rain boots when i was a kid, never got them, so i have them now.

I hope for rainy days. And i don't mean figuratively. Please. No bad days please. I've really had enough of them.

This week ahead bothers me. Recently i've been thinking about God, in the midst of everything. A huge part of me wonders why the problems i've been having at work isn't being solved, and why no matter how much i pray about it, it doesn't seem to go away. It then got me on the trail of wondering if this was some 'lesson' God was trying to impart to me. To learn to depend on him more? He's punishing me for not being as faithful as i used to be? I don't want to see anything bad that happens to me, as God's punishment towards me. I'm sure he's not that cruel, or at least have a better reason than just that.

If people don't have God and they have a bad day/week/month/year, then it's just that way right? A bad day/week/month/year. They gripe complain do whatever to make it better. I on the other hand have God and i gripe complain do whatever to make it better, and blame God at the end of it when nothing works out. Sometimes i wonder what it will be like if i didn't put God in the midst of things. Didn't think about him when bad things happen, or in my daily life. Then i wouldn't blame him. But would that mean that when good things happen, i shouldn't be thankful either? It's all or nothing right?

I need an answer.

Singapore Flyer

I just wanted to state for the record that dear Ed brought me up the Singapore Flyer.

I had been digging through my receipts in my wallet and saw the Singapore Flyer ticket stubs. I kept it so i can keep a record of it in our book, but i don't really know where it is. Hmm..

I love how much of a sport Ed is.



That's the IR.


Ed thinks the best time is magic hour. Best of both worlds i guess, getting to see the city in the day and night.

I was washing the dishes and thought about Ed. One of the qualities i love about Ed is his honesty. There have been times when he is honest and it hurt, but the next thing i love about him is that he tries to make it less hurtful, or be more tactful. It brings to mind one incident where he really listened and was considerate. And, i think he's quite forgiving and patient. I mean, like ok, if we have an arguement, both of us will be pissed, but he usually forgets about it and doesn't hold it in his heart.

Money Woes

Sigh.

I think much is uncertain. Job, pay, my future. I really hope i get the pay i need so that i can at least be able to give money to my parents and save for my future.

Oh well, i must not lose hope.

Creepy

My thoughts are scattered.


Perhaps it is better to be busy, at least it keeps the mind occupied from thinking too much of what isn't there at all.

Sometimes i wish i lived in a cottage far away from civilization. Except for maybe a nearby mall, so i can shop when i feel like it.

Today Ed told me about his friends who decided to end their long-term relationships. It was a mutual decision. It got me thinking about this whole 'love' concept people have.

I wish i lived in a cottage.