hello there, this exists to help my failing memory remember things I would want to remember a few years down the road.

"Fuss" is a word with negative connotation.
No one likes fussy people kicking up a fuss.

But lately I learn to appreciate being fussed over.

The older we grow, the less people fuss over us,
we don't need help to eat, pee, travel...

Yesterday for the little grad ceremony,
Pa specially called to get me to leave house earlier in case I get lost driving. He never calls during working hours. Mum was going all like "You're just going to wear that?" *points to black dress*

Reminds me of the night when I finally come back home from HK,
and they were just sitting in the living room in silence with no TV on, just waiting.


Let me learn to appreciate these moments,
even at 7am (<-worst timing) when they love to come in to off my aircon, wake me up and lemme know they're going to work.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to drive them to go meet a friend,
let's hope my car keys don't get confiscated after the ride!

Time to get work done and make sure I don't have to cough up $28000 as compensation. 0 comments

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