Ode to my thumb

What was my thumb

Is now a stump

Cause Bunny bit

The nail off it

We've just returned from a week long break in Pevensey Bay (we like going to the seaside in the winter months. It means no one else is there)

Unfortunately, Bunny and Bronx decided to have a turf war on the second night we were there and in the line of duty as peacekeeping task force, half the thumbnail on my right hand was ripped off, so we spent a 4 hour wait in the Eastbourne General Hospital A&E (so that's where all those people who aren't at the beach go...) to get my thumb pickled in antiseptic solution and wrapped in a bandage that now makes it look twice its natural size. On the bright side, I get the perfect excuse not to do the dishes. On the downside, I can't exactly do much else with my usual grace and style

It was a great holiday otherwise though. I'm expecting my purple heart any time now. And we never did find the missing part of the thumbnail, although shortly after the incident Bronx was snuffling around the area and then acting like he had something small and hard stuck in his throat for a short while...

Ironic, isn't it that a couple weeks ago I was posting about how much I like dogs?

Tiger Mother my ass..

The husband found an article in The Wall Street Journal about a woman claiming that Chinese mothers are more superior. You can read this article here. It is long.. and by the end of it you'll probably be fuming mad, like the both of us, but it is worth seeing what crazy people exist in the world today.

Her daughter later wrote an article claiming that people did not understand her mother's humour, that they actually have lots of fun within the family and people don't see that.

I believe her. I know exactly what she's talking about. Why?

I grew up with a person like that.

A person who demanded nothing but 100% from me. I was not to get anything but 1st in class. Maths and English exam papers had to have 100% stamped on them, otherwise I got beaten with a cane.

And this same person is also my best friend in many ways.

I love him. I share jokes with him, some of my best memories, I had with him.

But what he demanded of me left marks.

It made me feel like I am constantly not good enough. It made me feel like I was not wanted, that I was a liability to them whenever I do not perform.

It also made me depressed when I was 13. It made me go to bed every night wishing I wouldn't wake up in the morning. It made me think of ways of how to get rid of myself.

And if I had not met the husband and a few good friends, I would probably have got my way and today I wouldn't exist.

I wouldn't have a family, I wouldn't be the 'pride and joy' of the person who demanded so much of me he almost killed me.

Until today I have not truly told him what he did to me and I don't think I will ever.

I am no where as successful as the article's author's daughters but I am pretty much what he wanted me to become.

I hate to think that so many mindless, over ambitious young parents are going to read this and think 'Yes! I want my children to be like her!' and then go on and implement her ways.

It is not right and I don't think it will ever be.

Dogs

I saw a man and his dog at Goodge Street station today, and I wish I'd taken a picture. The dog looked so puzzled, but looked at the master and the look on his face said, "well, it's weird, it's unnatural, but if you want to go underground, put yourself in a tin can going at high(-ish) speed, shuffle in a crowd with all these stinky people, and listen to all these funny loud noises, and it makes you happy, I'm going to go along with it"

And people wonder why I like dogs so much more than cats...

Nga Ku

We've got presents from Malaysia!

The dad have become a bit of an expert in frying arrowroot? arrowhead? chips and offered to send some over. They're delicious!

Unlike the commercial ones which are often too thin and very oily, the dad's chips have got a bite to it and no oily aftertaste. Heck, it isn't even oily to the touch.

The only problem is that we had some delicious vietnamese frozen durian yesterday night (Vietnamese durian as we've just found out is very much like Malaysian durian and not the Thai ones which are much larger but often tasteless..) and today, I woke up with a bit of a sore throat.. :P

Shhh.. don't tell the mum.

The drugs don't work

Great song, meaningful lyrics, beautiful guitar.. I could listen to this for hours, especially on a sad day.

Doodoohead

A few days ago our beloved Samsung laptop's battery decided to become undetected.. so, unfortunately, it has now run out of battery and we'll have to send it away for a replacement.

Luckily, I am not left without a laptop, we have a Mac (which we got as a present) sitting upstairs for a while now mainly because we never had the time to mess with it.

I've got a lecturer in school who have persistently and rather annoyingly gone on and on about how good the Mac is, how Mac users are more superior, yadda yadda..

So.. I can't be blamed if I expect the Mac to be super smart and intuitive upon using it for the first time.

I must say.. I am sorely disappointed. It is another computer system you have to learn. I don't find it any easier to use than Windows..

It is prettier I'll give you that.. It does have a lot of modern day apps sitting at the bottom of the screen.. but I'm not impressed..

Well, you say.. you're computer stupid that's why!

Yes, I haven't seen or used or analysed that many computers but the husband should know yes?

And he doesn't like it either! Neh neh!

Anyhow, I am stuck with it for a while and if I am going to become a Project Manager I might as well be flexible and learn how to use it properly (yes, I will read the manual!)

Moving on..

Sometime just before Christmas Bronx decided to adopt the old and tatty blue armchair in the living room.

It is the husband's favourite armchair and it used to be the rabbits favourite armchair while we were living in Richmond..

Hmm.. looks like everyone wants it.

Look how happy he is on it.. he spends quite a bit of time curled up on it everyday

Miss Bunny on the other hand sits wherever she can lay her head close to mummy. She is a real mummy's girl. However, the large black object on the sofa is Papa's bum.

Here's a picture we got of Wibble Pibbles stealing food from the container.

And here's Bunny and Bronx sat together.. See! The Mac takes pictures the other way around!!

All these talk of getting old..

Had a conversation this morning with someone close to me.. someone I love..

Someone I care for, but also someone I cannot help..

She is being bogged down by her parents. They treat her like dirt, abuse her with words, hurt her feelings repeatedly as if she has none but they forget.. she is the only person who still genuinely cares for them.

I admire her for her persistence.. her courage to go back to what she calls her 'home' despite all that 

I don't understand why she doesn't have the courage to leave..

Why sit and let them destroy your life?

My mum always said, all parents love their children, it is unconditional, it will never change..

I don't believe in that..

I've known her since she was a child and I have never really seen her parents love her genuinely..

That is also the reason I don't like to meet her parents.. or speak to them..

It hurts me that they hurt her.

But I cannot help her until she decides to help herself.. until she decides that enough is enough, she won't take anymore of that abuse and to hell with them..

The day she can take courage to do that, the day she truly smiles, the day she is genuinely happy and free with herself, that will be our day :)

Om shanti shanti

Watched Music and Lyrics on TV over the new year with the husband and this is currently stuck in both our heads



It is silly obviously, but oh so catchy.... haha..

See, the best part of Buddhism is that nobody cares. Make a song, make it silly, make it whatever, it is unlikely you'll end up with a bomb on your head. Unlike some others we shall not mention......

Unfortunately, or fortunately, I remain without religion.. Actually the husband says I have a religion. It is just anti-religion. I don't believe I'm that bad.. I just don't believe in these men manipulated things, icons.. whatever..

Does having a giant Buddha in your house make you feel better? Especially when compassion and true feelings doesn't exist.


Heh. I bet not.