We cooked up a storm last weekend. Chicken rice, laksa, chicken curry….tons and tons of real chinese food. haha…it was so fun. The tiniest details delight me. Dipping my spoon into the chicken soup and watching the spring onion bits swirl around. I miss home SO much! Talking to my mom with my sisters’ voices in the background made me feel like I was in Singapore again…in my house, an oasis in the heat, talking and laughing with my sisters about totally random inane stuff. (My whole family thinks everything is funny. We’re an easily amused family. *grin*) They sent me pictures of them doing up the tree…
I used to tie the ribbons, but I can’t this year. And I can’t gather sticks in the park with them to make the stable for our nativity scene. I can’t bake fruitcakes till my knuckles are sore from grating lemon rinds and my hands smell like oranges. My trip to Spain seems a little jinxed…bombs in Madrid?!?…but no matter. I’m with Tim and when we’re together, everything is wonderful. =P
But I do really really miss everybody back in Singapore and all my friends scattered everywhere. I miss being naive, treating everyone like they’re innocent until proven guilty. You can’t do it here, you’ll get bitten. But you do learn about the true value of friendship. The difference between friends who will ALWAYS be your friends, and others who only SAY that. And then there are of course, others who are complete backstabbers. But at least I found out now. And it can only forge even stronger bonds between the real friends that I’ve made. *sigh* I do detest politics.
Miss my family…
