A quiet morning

It is 7:47am, a Saturday morning.
It is still very quiet.

Probably most people in my neighbourhood are not working on Saturday, and they are still sleeping.

I am going to start making noise by putting clothes into washing machine, and preparing porridge for Xing Jie.

We are supposed to go back to Port Dickson today to visit dad. The last time I went back is the 7th day of Chinese New Year. My dad is staying alone at home now with 3 dogs and flocks of chicken. My mum will be back soon by middle of March.

Alex expressed his feelings of going back as 'boring, nothing to do there'. I agree. No internet connection, no Astro. No cinema. No shopping mall. No badminton. If he wants to go fishing at the pond, he needs to hunt for lizards first as lizard is the favourite food of the fish in the pond.

Sigh... since when going back home visiting parents becomes a burden?

I wish that when I get old, I am still healthy, have my own circle of friends and have enough money. My children will not worry about me and just go and do what they want to do.

Usually women live longer than men. If husband pass away first, the wife have no acompany in her old age. Loosing a life partner is very tough especially for an old woman whom her life was solely around husband, children and work. A woman should be cautious not to fall into this trap.