Sea, Air & D

My week to date has been plagued by bouts of migraine attacks and depression.

But there were moments of rapturous bliss – and I have Seabloke and Pilot, my little sister and brother, to thank for them.

Seabloke dropped by this morning with my favorite hotcakes. We had breakfast, caught 2 episodes of Desperate Housewives, gossiped, smoked and badmouthed people. The intriguing thing about Seabloke is her ability to make me feel happy for no good reason. She tickles me the way that no one else could. Everything she says makes me laugh. Even when she’s complaining, she’s delightfully amusing. When it was time for her to leave, I walked her down to the main road to get a cab. She didn’t want me to wait with her under the sun and so we hugged and parted. I took a slow walk back to the lobby, and for the rest of the day, I couldn’t forget the warmth I felt from the sun (I’ve not stepped out since Sunday), and mainly from Seabloke.

Pilot, my little brother, a man of few words and who hardly calls, called in the early evening to tell me he found out that he can have 2 HDB flats under his name and so he can jointly own another flat with a sibling, as long as the sibling fulfils the criteria of not earning an income of more than $XXX. Thinking that he wanted a flat but not a wife, I joked that Seabloke meets the criteria coz she’s a housewife who supposedly earns nothing (ok, Seabloke’s going to bring up the topic of the true economic value of a housewife again– something like $20k per month??). To which Pilot replied: “you didn’t get it, did you? I’m saying I’m an available option”. I was dumbfounded. The only thing I could say after I regained my composure was that I love him. How could I not? He was offering me the assurance that if I ever found myself alone, I won’t actually be, because he’s going to be there for me. I love my little brother, deeply.

Seabloke and Pilot are 2 of a few reasons that I love my life regardless of what curve balls it throws at me. I don’t expect to be loved, because I have come to realize that the onus is on me to love myself. Seabloke and Pilot, and even D, are a gift and blessing from Him that I’m learning not to take for granted.