The funny thing is that ever since I came here, my parents seem to worry a thousand times more about anything and everything. The fact that my dad is a doctor, and him taking things easy.. he has seen many sick people.. and diagnosed some fatal diseases.. so for him a flue is nothing, a cold doesn’t mean a thing, and a fever shouldn’t keep you in bed. But now it’s all different, if I say Im having a headache.. he’d become really worried, acting as if it’s the end of the world. If i tell him anything.. and the anything would include me wanting to be spoiled for fun, he’d tell me to go and see a doctor!

And now with the cooking, my parents were both suggesting that I’d call them anytime I need anything.. and considering the time difference this would be insane! After I showed how much Im against doing that, they had this brilliant idea of me cooking at night which would solve the time difference issue! This is absolutely crazy and i wouldn’t consider cooking at night for sure, but at least they come up with all the possible solutions and always seem excited about them .. anything that would make me happy.

The unconditional love parents show can’t be described in words. The amount of respect and admiration I have for them grows with every passing day.. It’s distance I guess that opens your eyes to all the things that were taken for granted…

I don’t really mind to have something like this in our living room… in fact I’d be the first to ‘Leopard’ Style it… !

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The other day I was chatting with my sister and she was telling me that our grandpa died four years and 6 days ago.. my reaction was REALLY!? And she said how come you don’t remember the date? Not even the year?

It’s then when I realized that I try to block the memory… the saddest memories are the ones which I keep in this black box at the very end of my mind, and whenever something reminds me of anything that’s even close to what hurts, I just block it and push it further..
Im not sure whether it’s good or bad, but I know for a fact that it’s the only way to control my extremely sensitive nature. Does this mean Im able to control my emotions? Or better to say it means that Im scared to let those emotions control me so I try to avoid them as much as I can and avoid getting in a deep depression…

It hurts not to remember those dates, the bitter moments, the painful memories .. but then again what good would happen from remembering them? If you lose someone so dear, then the memory wouldn’t get him back, nor would the broken heart.. and even when I want to remember him, I don’t think of him as sick or weak laying in the hospital’s bed for months.. I blocked that too, long time ago! All I remember now is how strong and healthy he was.. sitting in his favourite corner close to the table with his grandchildren photos’ frames…

I really hope that this black box would hold no more blocked dates or sad memories, I hope that 2008 will be a year with all the happy events that I would want to remember and treasure for years to come..