Warmed

We all gathered over last weekend in Yokie's house over the weekend for her housewarming party. She prepared dinner which seemed like a surprise to everyone, which was odd for me cos she said she was preparing dinner. What was odd for me was that she didnt have rice at home. Haha. I love rice so much that its inconceivable that a house doesnt have rice.

Here's the spread.



The roll thingies were pretty good. I ate three!

Giggsy brought his four month old and shortbin brought her 26 month old, so a lot of the attention was centred around the kids and how they eat, how they shit, why they cry and how they cry and the differences. Of course there was an occasional and usual gossiping about our JC friends. Hee hee..

Seems like we are all transitioning to adulthood. Adulthood doesnt come with age, it comes with responsibility, voluntary or not. It's a little odd to see my peers being parents. The cajoling, the chasing around, the stern-ness, the feeding, the diaper changing, AND ALL THE ATTENTION SHOWERED TO ENSURE OUR SAFETY AND WELL-BEING.

Gosh.

That somewhat brought to mind about how my parents especially my mum would have fussed over me when i was younger. I was a sickly child back then and my mum spent so many sleepless nights getting me back to health, getting me through school, etc.

I watched this documentary by National Geographic on WWII - http://www.ngcasia.com/programmes/apocalypse-the-second-world-war. Absolutely wonderful yet at the same time, it was very pitiful for children to be born during the era.