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I’m not really sure why it took me so long to blog again.

I guess I was just being lazy and tired. I have so much to talk about and of course to dwell about but somehow I just couldn’t penned down anything until today.

I don’t think I want to talk more on my health because I’m tired of it too. Just to update on it, I never failed to take my medicines and my glucose level are quite consistent but when it comes to weekend, the excitement on a roller coaster could not beat the reading of my sugar level. I lost myself or maybe I should say indulged myself in some royal delights. *sigh. .. but I love it.

My sister started to work couple of weeks ago, which is a big relief. Of course she can help in the expenses but most importantly she starts to be active again. Starts to activate the ‘dead brain’ and contribute something to somewhere somehow. She doesn’t like the job but at this point of situation, we have no says in anything.

My brother is getting married, I hope. He and Nicky, his girlfriend are meant to be together, I think. Nicky’s mother adores him to death and of course my brother knows his way to a mom’s heart. Actually that was not quite right, He knows his way to woman’s heart, that is the right quote. I miss him a lot actually. He never really stayed home during the weekend, the only time we can be a real family. Nicky’s father is dead and the only ‘man’ in the family is my brother and so they look up to him a lot in many ways. But me my sister and my brother were close and when he’s no longer there, I feel the emptiness. I don’t even want to try to feel how my father is feeling the changes.

My brother is the only son and from we were young, just like any other fathers, the son is the pride. Once in a while my father talks about my brother but I can see from his reaction that he is trying so hard to accept the facts that my brother is a man himself now and that one day he will go away.

4 of us will always have problems with our mother. I think it happens not only in my family but everywhere in the world. They are adorable and someone we must respect but sometimes they can be ridiculous and at times they can talk so much so that we get headache. But isn’t that what a mother is all about? making sure we are at our best and never repeat her mistakes? My mother can be stubborn too. She is a chronic asthmatic patient but she eats like there’s no tomorrow and we will be nagging at her. I hate to do that but sometimes I wish she knows that we love her so much that we have to do that.

But then again, she tolerated with us when we were kids with all sort of inappropriate behaviors, our sleepless night, our stubbornness, our sickness, our constant demand and many more embarrassing behavior. She never left. Period.

My family is my life.