A Love-Filled Weekend

Close your eyes and picture this - the feeling of love hovering in the air and lingering in the background. The feeling of simply being loved.

That was exactly how my weekend had been. Isn't it a splendid way to end the last weekend of the month? I reckon it is.

Just as desolation and loneliness could sometimes go into overdrive, happiness and feeling loved could sometimes hit you in overdose. "How could I be so lucky?", I asked myself tonight.

Thanks to sweet Whang, I had a taste of France on Saturday night. Foie Gras. Duck Breast Confit. Tuna Tartare. Raspberry Souffle. All these were more than enough to tickle my taste buds and have me wanting more. Not only was the food a mood-lifter and stomach-expander, the warm host and hostess were an inspiration (for me, at least).

My blissful weekend didn't just end there. For I had G & T 'visiting' this very day. From them, I got a taste of Melbourne the entire Sunday. It was absolutely lovely and nostalgic and had double the happy effects compared to the night before. Maybe it was the time apart. Seeing them was like seeing family.

We had lunch at Little India. Kudos to T for picking that place - Blue Diamond, it's called. The greedy couple kept pinching my egg prata - they must really like it and good thing, I wasn't very into Indian then. =)

How our supposed lunch meetup could turn into an all-day-round-Singapore tour, I have no idea. All I can say is, it was a good turn in events. Dinner was the famous beef kway teow at Geylang - after so many years, it still tastes THAT good! Dessert was not your typical cake or ice-cream, as we decided we would end the day (or like T said, begin their honeymoon) with that oh-so-pungent durian! The fruit could have been better but for tonight, we made do with what we had.

My love-filled weekend came to an end as I hugged G goodbye before hopping into the cab. A tinge of sadness, yes. But it was amidst the abundance of joy in my heart.

All my wonderful friends had no idea how they had absolutely made my weekend. *Lurve them to bits*

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Gratitude

I feel that I have taken for granted the love my parents have for me. That I may not have shown enough gratitude and appreciation for their years of care and love and just simply, their very existence.

As I get wiser with age and spend more time at home with Mum, I begin to appreciate (in a more-than-huge way) the littlest things Mum did and is willing to do for me. Dad too. I begin to realise the heartache and headache I sometimes put them through. And I begin to realise just how much they love us and worry about us.

It cannot be more true that a parent's love for his/her child is pure and unconditional. It is selfless. Could a friend's or a lover's love for you ever match that? I have yet to come across one. Could a child's love ever match that? I am skeptical too. For all we (as children) know, is to take and complain and focus very selfishly on how we feel or what we want. I know I have been guilty of that at times.

Thinking of those years of youth and freedom Mum and Dad have given us, it is really not a task to be belittled. I am 30 this year and when I think about it, 30 years is a very long time. And what about those times you have screamed at Mum or Dad and said the nastiest of things but yet have them still by your side? How could they be so tolerant and forgiving? It is just amazing. Admirable, really.

I was thinking, if parents could be so forgiving and love us all the same no matter what we've done or said, why couldn't we do the same? Maybe we oughta learn to be kinder to them.

I wish to one day, before I become a parent myself, learn to be as tolerant and forgiving as my parents are and shower them with the same unconditional love that they have showered me all these years.

And today, I am a very proud and thankful daughter of my fabulous Mum and Dad.

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