Wednesday, April 16, 2008
As I have predicted, I haven't had much time to miss working. The past month have been really busy, and I am trying my best to get in touch with the 'family'-side of me. That's not exactly an easy thing to do considering I haven't actually bothered to keep in touch with any of my extended family members in the past 4 years I have been mostly away - cos' growing up I wasn't even close to them.
I spend my weekdays (and nights, and every other free time) with Mom - she has ALL the stories. From who's married to who... to who's gone bankrupt, to which artiste (not even in our family???) has the best-selling records these days. She's trying her best to fill me in, but it doesn't really work when I am not in the least bit interested in these things, I listen only because she's such a comic at telling me these 'gossips', and only because I am the ONLY one usually in the house with her (which definitely means she is speaking to me, right?). I only get time off for those lessons, and then I run back home to her, and her stories. Maybe its our mother-daughter time-recap sessions for all those lost months she didn't have a daughter at home.
Honestly speaking, I actually do enjoy them.
Weekends are neverending 'exercise' sessions with them 2 kids. Let's just say they do not weigh as little as they did 2 years ago. The 6-yr old sister now probably weighs as much as me. Enough said. Weekend bowling with them (a current craze with my family, i don't really know why since my knuckles get sore with the ball-throwing after just 1 game) are full of laughs, I so swear. One of these days, 1 of those 2 kids will end up being thrown to the pins instead of a bowling ball. Hell, at the rate they play, they'll probably throw THEMSELVES to the pins.
The bad thing is trying to get back to family rules.. read: not much late nights, little to NIL privacy (with everyone knocking on my door every other minute), to having to dutifully follow them to family functions which I don't really exactly care for, to Raze constantly whining for help with his darned assignments, and HOUSE CHORES. tsk.
And I thought I was done with dirty, foul-smelling socks and soccer jerseys, not to mention the never-ending pile of clothes (I am very sure my brothers both need wardrobes the size of a whole HOUSE to put all their clothes, shoes, and undergarments in without 'borrowing' mine or Mom's spaces) waiting to get laundered and ironed and whatnotelse. Typically MY house, just like all those years back.
Thankfully everything else is STILL sane, apart from not seeing D which drives me up the wall at my neediest moments and crying when he does call, but I am thankful I have this lot around me. Thankful, thankful, thankful.
P.S: let's not count my blessings too soon, i'll wait until I have a few more weeks of this and then I'll see if I'd wanna pack my next luggages and go foreign-job hunting again ;p
Oh, and... I'm learning to cook! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm cooking them dishes, and to-date none of them have (a) fallen ill, (b) fallen ill and needed emergency ambulances or (c) fallen ill and became unresponsive to the point of no return.
So there!!!