baby, what's in that satchel?

disclaimer: gloomy emo post ahead, uncharacteristic of this blog, but hey nobody's happy all the gosh-darn time.

amidst all the excitement coz of bboj's arrival with a new computer in tow, and mum finally coming home (or maybe not) things in singapore are a little bleak ... maybe it's the time of year, or karma in singapore or something. after rushing back to singapore in january for a "family reunion", another one on dad's side of the family seems imminent. this time not all of us are going i think. which is kind of sad ... partly because we (the wyrd sisters + cousins here and there) won't be part of the whole shebang, but mostly because i think not everyone really wants to.

everyone's made their tan tock seng pilgrimage already, spending the requisite time holding hands and making small talk ... but dropping everything and going back for a final send-off isn't something that we're prepared to do. and i wonder, had it been the other way around and it was the grandpa we were close to that decided 3 weeks into semester was the right time to go, would we have given all relevant personnel 2 hours notice and booked the first flight back? i think the probability is high.

i think it's kind of horrible of us to stay here, but at the same time the thought of having to deal with the aftermath of leaving is kind of overwhelming. sometimes doing the right thing is really hard =(