Regret

I have never noticed this much before, that my parents are really getting old. My dad used to be the same height as me, but the other day when we were standing next to each other inside a lift, he has obviously “shrunk”! And looking at my mum from behind, she looks “fragile”!

I am scared. I know it’s part of life, but I really am scared.
I love them very much, but I never tell them how much I love them, nor giving them hugs or kisses.
Will I regret it later? When there aren’t any more opportunities?

Second time now..

Am I being too serious?
Should I treat work colleagues as work colleagues only but never as friends?
Should I always keep a distance to protect myself?
But how do I back off? And to what extent?

This is the second time I get hurt by people I work with.
Did I do anything wrong by being nice to people? Can't understand!

Very upset.


P.S. Haven't resigned yet. Boss just found out his dad has cancer. Not a good time now, feel sorry for him.

It's time to go......

Gonna resign coming Monday. My body has been giving me heaps of signals that it is under a lot of stress and can't handle anymore. After 15 months of "torture", it's time to call a quit.

Hopefully, the talk with the boss goes well, and I won't feel bad saying NO when him asks me to stay.

A Touching Story

Heard this story on the radio while driving home from work today.

An exhausted father arrived home from a 12-hour shift. His 7-yr old greeted him at the front door. Without realizing that his father was very tired and in a bad mood, the son asked,” Dad, how much do you make an hour?”

“What? How dare you ask me this sort of question?” the father was fuming.
“I just want to know.” The son said.
“$20 per hour!! Now leave your father alone. I need a cold beer.”
“But dad, can you give me $9?” the son asked.
“What? I only make $20 per hour and you ask for $9 so you could buy some kind of stupid toy, right? Now go back to your room!” the father yelled.

Very disappointed, the son ran back to his room, jumped onto his bed and hid himself under the quilt, sobbing.

Sitting on the couch, with the empty can of beer in his hand, the father thought he might have been a bit hard on his son. He shouldn’t have taken it out on his son just because he had a hard day at work. Plus, his son seldom asks for money to buy toys anyway. He felt bad and so he went to his son’s room.

“Son, are you asleep? Can I talk to you?”
“Yes, sure you can dad.”
“Well, I thought I was a bit too hard on you before. Sorry my dear. Now, here is your $9.”
The son jumped out from his bed and gave his father a hug, “Oh! Thanks dad. Thank you!”
“Now, can I ask why you need $9? What is it that you wanna buy?”

The son quickly opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out $11.
“Why did you ask for money while you have some yourself?” the dad asked.
“Because I didn’t have enough dad.”
“Now, what is it exactly that you wanna buy?”
“Dad, I now have $20. Can I buy an hour of your time? I wanna spend some time with you dad.”