An Ordinary Life

What I do, what I think

Duty calls October 12, 2008

Filed under: angst,God,mum — reneewong @ 10:07 pm

My aunt spoke to me today about my mum. A little background: I avoid my mum like the plague. Really. The reason is complicated but to just simplify things, every encounter with my mum leaves me disturbed and wondering which planet she has just landed from. If she weren’t my mother, she’ll just be a crazy woman to me. Some people, more positive than I, have said that she’s a hippy.
Unfortunately, to my aunt she is a depressed and lonely woman who is physically ill and I’m the daughter who should be doing something about it.
The human side of me really can’t care less. It’s part of my self-preservation instincts. It’s like how you can’t strangle yourself with your own bare hands. I can’t subject my sanity to asphyxiate from contact with my mum.
But the Holy Spirit which convicts and compels me and reminds me of the commandment to honour my parents is telling me that I have to do something. So I am going to visit my mother. I am going to bring her to church because there are curses to break and healing to seek and find. Am I looking forward to it? Not really. But it’s like what I heard the other day, if you find the cure to AIDS, will you share it with those who are suffering from it, or will you keep it to yourself? As my aunt was sitting there telling me about my mother’s condition and symptoms, honestly, the only solution I saw was God. If it were a doctor, I would take her to one. But as it is, it is God so I have to lead her to Him. Oh joy.

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Another day of commute August 15, 2008

Filed under: angst,rambling — reneewong @ 10:02 am
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The thing about Singaporean MRT commuters that has been irking me since my return 5 years ago is the tendency to push their way into the train as people are trying to alight. What I’ve also noticed is that while they rush to get onto the train, the minute they set foot on it, they slow down immediately as they survey the interior of the train and ponder where to park their asses never mind that there are 20 people behind them trying to board. It’s another day of commute.

 

Why do men ask annoying questions? August 5, 2008

Filed under: angst,rambling — reneewong @ 10:21 am

Last night, as Sniffles was stretching in preparation for our run, and taking forever to do so, he asked, “When were you at your hottest and don’t you want to go back to that?” While I could readily answer the first question, I wasn’t so sure how to answer the second. Does that even deserve an answer? Why doesn’t he just say, “So you want to stay fat ah?”