Princess at home

Cos btwn 9.30 am to 12 pm or so every Sun I'm usually cramming in Japanese grammar/ doing hw last min, I'll just have a quick lunch b4 rushing off to class. This afternoon mum cooked me fried yi fu noodles after I remarked earlier in the morning that I wanted to eat that (I usually request for instant noodles :P). My plate of noodles also came with a cup of orange juice. This orange juice tasted really fresh and sweet, with pulp and all. Only upon bringing my plates to the sink after my meal, did I realise the juicer beside the sink... and I suddenly realised that my mum had made me fresh orange juice. Upon guiltily thanking my mum and confessing that I intended to get her to buy this brand of orange juice again (cos during my meal I had assumed that it was from NTUC or something) she playfully replied, "you dare to ask me what brand ah... Mummy brand orange juice!"

Then while on the MRT today I realised that I forgot to bring my staff pass though I was going back to office. Frantically tried to recall if any of my colleagues would be in office today/ stayed in the vicinity, but figured it would be inconvenient to borrow their staff passes too... so sheepishly called home to report my forgetfulness. (I ought to be slaughtered and have probably been permanently black-listed by my parents as the most forgetful person ever) Mum said she'll think of something... So after my Jap lesson, Dad drove down to give me my staff pass, without any reproachful words on my absent-mindedness (I'll usually get a earful or two). Instead, I was told to be careful, since I might be the only one in office... and throughout my 2.5 hrs stay I got like 3 calls from a paranoid Dad who was worried that it might be dangerous alone... that with no air-con the ventilation might be very poor...

I occasionally do get annoyed from too much 'attention' from my parents. Yet how can you possibly, truly blame people who whole-heartedly wish for your well-being? I frequently wonder what the past year in sg (settling down and adapting to worklife) would have been, without their lil daily acts of love?