Two days after Mother’s Day (oops!) I write a post so that I may look back and stop myself from throwing a tantrum in the future. 

Bring myself two years back and I find myself staring at a medium sized Quatchi, smiling back at me with those black beady eyes and blue earmuffs, sitting patiently inside a box on a shelf waiting for an owner to come by. I give my mom a little call, hoping she would come over. A little girl, around the age of four or five appears beside me, holds up another Quatchi, and calls out to her mom, “Mom, will you buy me this?” At that moment my mom comes up to me, and I too, ask if I may buy the Quatchi. She gave it a moment’s thought. She says yes. And that she would buy it for me too. 

I am thankful to the little girl and my mother who reminded me of childhood, despite these years in which I am growing and maturing. I am thankful, that, sometimes, if not all, I am still my mother’s child. 

I was wondering: 

If one was given a gift card to a free dinner to a steakhouse, but he or she didn’t choose to eat the signature steak. Instead, the individual chooses to use his gift card on simple dishes - dishes that could be eaten at any restaurant. However, this individual is happy, because he or she got to eat what they loved at the moment.

If it was you, would you go with your heart, or would you be psychologically pressured to eat the signature steak for the worth of your money? 

Haha, a random thought that sprung in my head as I drove to dinner tonight. ( : 

Last night it occurred to me that one day I am going to be old and wrinkly. That - one day,  I’ll die. The last time I thought about death was a really long time ago, but when the idea hits me, the image becomes very real. It is as if there is a stopwatch somewhere in the universe, in heaven or in hell, with the time ticking, counting down for me. This notion terrifies me, but it also serves as a reminder that I should be more appreciative of this life I have right now.