Sweet

a conversation at work today:

old man: 她这病啊，好久了，老是犯疼。能用您这个灸吗？

dr z: 行。一盒144元，您要几盒？需要护士替您熏一次吗？一次20元。

old ahma: 不用了，还得浪费纳20块呢，干嘛。

old ahpek: *想了一想* 要吧要吧。

old ahma: 不用了吧。

old ahpek，very insistent: 要吧。要不还弄不好呢。

I melted into a puddle of goo instantly.

They came in matching attire too, how cute :)

Love the old folks here (sometimes, hoho).

Time (and how it flies)

Oh wow, there goes (almost) one year. You can't fault me for thinking that time travels at lightning speed, because ... well, because it really does. Occasionally, it amazes me, but otherwise, I don't really know what to make of it? Maybe that's why we are taught to just all see ourselves as a puny plankton in the universe. In the grand scheme of things, any misery that we carry with us should only be regarded as impermanent.

Focus on the now, embrace the very present.

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Two days in exhange for a year (again, almost) of academia. Wow. I am thrilled. That's. A. Very. Good. Bargain. Although, it must be noted that said two days are actually the weekend, which also translates to having no break before the next school year commences. *cue eye-rolling* But they also say, "When in rome ..."

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Using yl's com right now, killing time while she runs an errand. It has been quite some time since I last stepped in here. Ok, That was, Yet Another time-seriously-flies moment.

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Maybe we should all just graciously accept that we can't stop the wheel of time from rolling forward. What remains more important is that we improve with each revolution and right the wrongs that are committed along the way.

Hmm..

That's all I have for now, gotta fill the stomach!

I had a thought..

... not too long ago. I remembered that holidays used to be 3 month-long affairs. Days were spent on 6bucksperhour part-time jobs, and nights were occupied by either teevee shows or meetups with friends, and supper of course. Ah, how wonderful. And so I dwelled even further and images began to crystalise, albeit only as concrete as my mind bubble allows. Sitting at the sewing machine table in the shop in front of the telly, laughing together with the family, phototaking trips, Vkitchen dimsum excursions etcetc... Then a voice came about, telling me that maybe I should stop because I am treading on dangerous territory. Sure, memories are meant for fondling, but fondling is to be handled with much discretion.

Grow up, not because you need to; but because you want to.

Here's a shout out to my pal, somebody whom I trust enough to spill my guts out in front of ->>

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PF! Have a smashing one ya!