White sight

Stuff

1. Or was it Fatherhood?

So… while walking to the mrt train station with my parents, I decided to go on ahead first since I didn’t have my breakfast yet and gotta buy something. Cue epic fail moment where i dropped my notebooks and some papers and one of my pencils rolled into the drain beneath some metal grill thing. Yes. On the day that I didn’t bring a bag.
(Incidentally, I was caught eating on the mrt platform on the one day i really never had breakfast, despite my always eating subway lunches on platforms. Funny karma.)

Ok. So anyway.. The next thing I know, my dad was stooping down to pry open the metal gate… and I was like.. “omg it’s ok. i’ve got another pencil!”… and my mom was protesting along those lines. It really wasn’t easy to lift up the metal grill, but he did it, albeit not without accidentally putting the grill down in such a way that the pencil became magnificently squished. The remarkable thing.. is that not only did dad lift up the less than pristine grill for one lousy pencil, but also, he made multiple attempts to put the grill back into position.. and this was harder than lifting it up in the first place.

So there we go. One smashed pencil, one very unhappy mom (“hou sum lei la..”—>which is like.. “oh for goodness’s sake”) and one embarrassing position for me to retrieve the pencil later… I’m left with.. a profound feeling of pride for my dad. The notion of him being my ‘hero’ has never come off so strongly. He really is damn amazing. My dad’ll take the initiative to do all these annoying little inconveniences, never because he’s a pushover, but always because he’s a man who recognizes that there are things that could be and need to be done, and that it’ll cause less fuss for everyone if he does them.
(edit: in retrospect, i realise mom’s cantonese phrase can be translated word for word to something like.. ‘good’, ‘heart’, ‘you’… weird eh.)

But I kinda know that dad does things because he really cares for us. Like the time he got me the ps3, or the time he went out of his way to find WoW expansions, or each time he buys me salmon spaghetti for weekend lunch, or even walking everyday to somewhere nearer my mom’s office so that both of them can have lunch, or each time he buys char siew for ray when he gets back.. or you know what..eff that. Each time he cooks and cleans really.. which is everyday for shure..

Really. It’s all these little things that we know by now aren’t so little anymore. And god damn, who cares about that pencil? Prying open some metal grate that is probably a bit yucky without a single complaint?…

That there, is Chivalry.

2. WoW

Well. Let’s see.. I am spending the time before class starts to read up on resto druids t9 gear and plan my emblems expenditure. I am skipping late afternoon tutorial to power level jc/enchant. I have not begun studying for philo mid terms this week (if i’ve got any haha.. .. do i? o shi).. and to be perfectly honest, it would take a wholly undeserved miracle for me to scrap by without putting in crazy amounts of last minute revision..which i would do anyway, cus that’s unfortunately how i roll. meh.

So in short.. WoW has gotten my soul. … There. Nothing else to be said about it. Feels very definite and final having it out there. But ayup. There it is.

Oh well. Better rush for class now.

*sends random well wishes to everyone for a good week ahead*

(edit: oh god. just went into lt and spent a minute staring at this unfamiliar looking professor. checked phone for whether im in the wrong place. turns out it’s the wrong time. class at 12!!! %^&*&*()… . effing fail day is fail. >.<)