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Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Yo, people! It's been two weeks since I came to Singapore, and it's been almost one week since I started JC (Junior College, not Jay Chou). The following post will be on a emo note, but the inspiration came from reading Debbie Woo's blog, and cutting grapes in half. I'll tell you why soon. Which reminds me... HAOW KANG LOVES GRAPES!!! Hahah...
Anyway, I was just cutting grapes in half and seeding them, and the maid was laughing at me. So I was thinking, flashbacks and all, about how I ate grapes when I was young. All five of us (my family) would sit at the table after dinner and the maid would bring out a dish of grapes and a knife. Then my mum would slowly cut the grapes in half and take out the seeds (this applies only for grapes with seeds) and place both halves on the dish while my brother and I pinched them off the plate.
This significant memory, to me, is one of my most precious ones, and Iknow that I'll never experience it again, not at this age, where I'm old enough to peel and seed my own grapes. Even as I seeded my grapes, there was always one or two seeds still stuck in the half of the grape. Then I think of when my mom did it, there were never any seeds in it. Yeah, there are some instances where there was one, but that occured very rarely.
Now that I think about it, I was a privileged kid. We weren't poor, we weren't rich, but we were just happy. Someone said about being a typical Chinese family, we never hug one another, and that sorta thing. God gave us a heart and two arms, it's simple to just hug a person. Anyway, that's besides the point.
Now that I'm in Singapore, I'm without my immediate family. Here, my grandmother eats dinner at 4:30pm, and my first aunt comes back at around 8:00-9:00 pm. And my youngest aunt doesn't come home for dinner sometimes, so I'm stuck eating with the maid. Not that it's a bad thing. But there's just something about the family that's there, and you can just talk to anyone.
I was there was Pastor Eric from QBC prayed for my Ah Yee's new home, and he said something about family, and the word 'home', which meant dwelling. He said that it's the place where one can be him/herself. This is true. At home, you've lived with your family for so long, you know the good, the bad and the ugly. Now that I think about it, family is one of the most beautiful things you have in your life. There's no way the feeling can be replaced no matter where you are. My heart goes out to all those under-privileged children, who don't have proper homes and families. I guess I'm really blessed to even have a family and a home.
With all that said, I realise how sometimes memories of my childhood can always link to what I am today, from cutting grapes in half to my sister pouring nail polish remover down my throat... Yes, that really happened, but all these childish rivalries are pushed aside in the prospect of family. Like in 1 Timothy 5:4, it says "... should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family...", so learning to forgive as a Christian is very important, and sometimes, it's for the best of things. It's not so bad to remember all these memories once in a while.
So, to conclude this post, which doesn't really make sense...
MOM & DAD & MANDY & AARON...
I LOVE YOU!!!
-tseqi
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