soul break

THE much awaited break had finally arrived,
and since friday,
i just couldn't stop catching up with Life.

Submission at 3pm left us dangling, as if it was still unfinished.
Two months of work finally came to an end.
Fei and I caught The Banquet at 830pm.
Brilliant show, beautiful cinematography, lovely costumes! There's wasn't a single dull part, despite the tremendous fatigue, our minds were kept entertained for the whole two hours.

Saturday was gorgeous.
Brought my maid out for a birthday treat and spent time catching up with my siblings over coffee. We then caught Forbidden City (again for me), and though it was one of the best musicals I've ever seen, it wasn't as nice watching it a second time. It was kinda like a highlight for the day, considering my dad was really looking forward catching it on his 50th birthday. Yesh, we had 2 birthdays on the 16th. The half-a-century dad was later surprised with some home-cooked food and gourmet strawberry shortcake from The Patissier.(http://www.thepatissier.com.sg/webtop/) It's been forever since a heartwarming gathering like this.

Sunday was Rest.
And cleaning up the pig sty I lived in.

The Boyfriend is busy for the rest of the week, so Monday and Tuesday were the only precious time I've got with him. A particular lecturer called at 11am, asking for photo students to help out shoot at 2pm. He tempted me with a "I've got models coming in eh...", I couldn't believe I said I can't. I'm glad my heart can sometimes overule my head, and that my conscience can feel the priorities deep down.

We went food hunting around Chinatown, ENROLLED FOR MY DRIVING and headed home for more glorious food. Remember old games like "Old Maid", "Sticks" and some chinese animal chess? We found them in some dusty toy shop and couldn't stop reminiscing about the old days.

Morning tea and time with dad gives me opportunities to really look at the most important precious man in my life. His eyes so tired, his workload so heavy, all his stress in effort to sustain our comfortable lifestyle. Why haven't I seen that before? Feeling full of time to give, I surprised myself for offering to send him to the airport and breakfast together. I guess part of me long for the morning hours he used to spent with his only daughter (then), waking her up from her pink bedroom and choosing a cartoon to lull her morning as he gets ready for work. I wonder if Dads are jealous of Boyfriends, or tend to restrain displaying Love with a mentality that his grown-up daughter now has someone else to count on. Some time in the past few years, my fear (or you could call it embarrassment) to display affection for my parents probably cost me their attention. Now, in a race against Time, I hope to make up for loss opportunities.

Tomorrow, I'm flying Kite and having Tandoori chicken and Naan by the roadside!