It’s 5am. I couldn’t sleep after some mental torture, gasping to meet datelines deadlines. I have meeting at 8am, I might as well stay up and blog.
I was tagged by AyUmi (again). I figured I should repay her before I forget. Anyway, the tag is, if I could turn back time, where will I be?
I had much fun back then. Mom would come back from work with a new set of jigsaw puzzle and a pack of Apollo snacks.
I had no worries. I had no dream. I had nothing to think about. I was stress-free.
I only sleep, eat, play and chase cockroaches crawling under that antic looking furniture. I remembered mom pulling them out of my hands.
Mom cleaned my craps, changed my diapers, rubbed my sore tummy, patted me to sleep, bought me toys, made my milks, taught me to listen, speak, walk, think, and most of all, loved me unconditionally.
Dad, well he isn’t home much. I remembered him pinching me when I cried after a hard fall from the couch. Yeah, dad taught me, ‘it’s a cruel world out there, so shut up’ since birth. Although he never made it verbally, I’m sure he loves me too.
This post isn’t much about myself, it’s a tribute to parents. Love them while they’re still around. Mom and dad, thank you for being patient. I’ll make you proud, more than you did to me. I love you both.
ps: I actually want to write about my upbringing, but half way through, I reckon I owe this to my parents. Hence the above.
pss: Considering a superbike, 500 – 750 cc. Wasting money? I’m not getting married anytime soon, so WTH.