On one of those rare moments that Easyjournal was working, I read through some old entries of mine and came across the entry on my mum. Reading it, I realised I regressed on some actions plans I've made for myself. The biggest example of which is not sitting down to have meals with her and instead bringing it to my room so that I can sit in front of the tv or the laptop.
So I've since started trying to make it a point to eat with her as often as I can.
Today, we finally managed to sync our schedules and I brought her to Santouka Ramen. I love Santouka and that's saying a lot considering 4 years ago, I grouped Ramen in the same category as maggi mee. So it was a pleasure to finally share this wonderful meal with my mum.
It didn't start off well as she had trouble finding the restaurant and I was getting aggitated coz it was our turn next and they have a strict policy of only seating you when your entire party has arrived.
In any case, she made it just in time and after the food was served and we tucked in, all anger and animosity was forgotten. I think she found the ramen a little too salty but overall, she enjoyed it. We then went down to the Hokkaido japanese ice-cream parlour downstairs and she was so happy when she saw that they had a Green Tea Red Bean flavour. "That's my 2 favourite flavours combined!" she later remarked.
We each our ice cream and took a walk through Clarke Quay as she marvelled at how much Clarke Quay has truly changed.
Then we passed by Nectarie and I told her how they have such a terrible policy of not serving ice water and how V once took out her water bottle to drink and they actually had the nerve to ask her to keep it. Then mum being mum seized upon the opportunity and said "Do you think you'll get back together with her?"
I shrugged and gave a "don't know lah!" answer, hoping that she leave it as that.
"She knows you broke up not?"
"Yea, think she knows"
"Then just wait lor, see if she'll call"
Later that evening, I took a long 13km run. It gave me plenty of time to let my mind wander and I thought about what my mum said. I think my previous entry has pretty much spelled out what I feel about getting together with V, the long and short of it being I'm so messed up and confused I really don't know if I want to.
Does mum really know best? In that last sentence, has she cut through all the bullshit and think that she knows pretty well what her son wants?
After our walk around Clarke Quay, we sat down by the river in front of Central. She then repeated her story about how my dad and her met. How they broke up and then my dad chased her again and the rest is history. Has my destiny already been written for me?
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