Oh Good. My Dog Found The Chainsaw.

I can't imagine how it will be like in August... I am melting out here!

Stuff have just been happening over here and it just gets me more worried day by day.

Dad's basically pretty good now. I really think it was the hospital that fucked up his treatment previously. I don't know if I've written about it in details before or not, Under the cut, I've trimmed it really down so it's not too much of a TMI but enough to explain the situation:

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And so, I think it was the ward's fault the first time around. Of course they are not going to admit nor endorse my theory, but I'm convinced something similar to what I'm thinking is what happened and caused all that.

Today he was super talkative and chipper because they finally put him in a wheelchair so he was able to move around a bit.

This morning my godson Silvino had his Confirmation. Being his godmother, I had to go show up and do godmotherly stuff. Well, I don't know how many of you had known me since my high school years, but back then, I gave off a very religious air (despite I never was really religious, FWIW). I just happened to seem devout because, it was a catholic school, we had weekly catechism classes, then my Mom wanted me to get more exposed to Portuguese, so she put me in a separate catechism class held by the Parish. And then, because I was a rather quiet kid, the teachers and nuns thought I was a good kid and pushed for me to be the Vice Chairperson of the Religious Affairs Committee in the Student Union.

I tell you, I hated every moment of it. I especially hated the Portuguese catechism classes because there was a bully, and being the "new kid" and "suck at portuguese" I was the butt of many a joke there. Church kids are mean. There was once when the catechism teacher asked a question (something about how it's 3 in one or what other rot) and none of the kids could answer. The teacher asked me, and the mean kid was laughing and saying stuff like why ask the dumb kid. I got mad, looked at the teacher, and asked, "i know the answer but I can't say it in Portuguese, may I answer in English?" The parish priest of the time was sitting in as well, and he said sure. So. Guys. You know. Catholic school and regular weekly catechism with the nuns? That was just the elementary thing of The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. Bingo. Yeah. I'm not dumb, I just don't know the words in your language.

I really hated it when we had to write out by heart the prayers in Portuguese. Damn, I knew them all in English, why make me memorize more of the same thing in a different language?

So it's been probably 30 years since I've been properly religious (trust me when I got out of school I never touched anything Church related anymore) and today during Mass (Chinese mass at that, again, I don't know the prayers in Chinese), color me surprised when they were reciting the confession prayer (I forgot the actual name) that I was still able to recite that in English (I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have sinned.....)

But I'm just doing all that for show. Yesterday the priest wanted a meeting with all the godparents? oh gods... all that preaching... I'm like, you want to preach, fine, just preach, don't... make so much small talk about not-it but fully intending for it.

And maybe I do have a thing for theatrics, because yesterday, that.... catechism teacher from my godson's catechism class was like, ad hoc asking "volunteers" to do work during mass. I knew my godson well enough that he doesn't do public speaking, so no scripture reading, no talking roles. They the lady asked for the offering people (take the basket around to collect offerings), and I told my godson "if you want to make a good impression. then volunteer for this. No need to talk, you'll be seen doing some work, and get bonus points for volunteering to do that". He wasn't totally eager for the idea, but I guess his mom understood the importance-not-importance of that and made him volunteer. Kid, it's for your own good. Trust me, I know the types of these people.

oh, and another thing, I don't get it. They say they "checked the ceremonies and confirmed there is no need for a candle in the ceremony for confirmation", and yet, they made the parents buy a personalised candle. WTF?

I think my Mom is at her breaking point. A couple days ago, I got home after work, and I had gone for a run too, and when I got back home, no one was home, Mom went again to visit Dad in the hospital, but... the stove was on. She managed to caramelize some vegetables (don't you need sugar for that?). And this morning, when I was moving my car away for her to drive her car to go visit Dad, she crashed her car over at a barrier thing that HAD ALWAYS BEEN THERE. She busted a wheel, and broke one water tank or another. I hope the water tank she broke was the water tank for the window wiper. Oh and a busted light. Called the mechanic, he's coming later to see if it's anything serious. I just hope it's not some... I don't know, coolent tank or whatnot or other critical part of the car.

I... need a cat nap... I'm drained.....

Nothing much really happened. Went in to work, got stuff sorted out, tried a restaurant or two.

I decided to unplug the fridge and let it defrost overnight with the doors open. It looks pretty dry already, but I'm going to prop the doors open, don't want any chance of getting moldy.

Not sure if it was a next door neighbour or a building management guy, but I got asked if we're keeping the unit. I just said we are.

Cleared the mailbox and there was still so much junk mail and authentic mail for the previous tenant (and probably previous-previous tenant too). Haven't they updated their correspondence addresses?

I also used google maps to look for a nearby post office and the way Singapore addresses are written is just stumping me. I'm finally getting to understand the formats by now, but I still haven't located a post office so fingers crossed there is one at the airport.

Dad seems to be doing better though now for no reason he's got an inflammed knee. I will surely be visiting tomorrow!