Anniversaries, Chinese food & a mini contest

Tomorrow, my parents are celebrating their 28th wedding anniversary. We’re going to lunch at our favourite Chinese Restaurant, New Ho King to celebrate their anniversary. Its become quite the tradition to eat there for every special occasion that comes our family’s way. It was originally introduced to me by the one and only1. One I shared it with my parents and brother, they quickly fell in love with it too2.

There are so many great things about it but most important is the quality of food you are served. We’re half Chinese so I like to think that we know our way our Chinese food, even if most of our cooking is primarily Filipino. Next on the list the amazing value for money – most places in Toronto/GTA3 that serve Chinese food of the same quality like to reach real deep into your pockets and leave you feeling violated. But not New Ho King; we often order extra so we have some to take home and we still manage to spend under $100. For a family of four with a growing boy, that’s a great deal for a night out.

But of course, this isn’t a review of the restaurant – I just wanted to sneak that in. My parents anniversary has always surprised me in the sense that I forget to set aside money for their present! Its exactly a month after my birthday and in the heart of when I’m thinking about Christmas shopping. For their silver4 wedding anniversary, I got them a really cool present and I have never been able to do anything similar since. I wish I could wow them with a present like that every year, but alas it just isn’t to be.

I hope I have the same relationship my parents have if I ever get married. If there was one thing they taught me, its unconditional love. Its a real wonder I was so skeptical of marriage5 considering my parents have a really solid, loving and loyal marriage.

Anywho… I’d like to run a little contest. Find the post where I talk about what I got my parents for their silver anniversary, and tell me in the comments6 an email to reggysy at yahoo dot ca what the present was (you don’t need to link to the post) and the first 10 people will get 100 ec credits each. If you’re not a member of EC then I will give you some do-follow link love on my next post instead.

Contest ends when my next post goes up (Monday, Dec 8 – 1:30am EST).

Footnotes:
  1. man who has my heart[]
  2. though I doubt they’d describe it that way[]
  3. Greater Toronto Area[]
  4. 25th[]
  5. and still am a little bit[]
  6. Ken made me realise this was a bad idea LOL Don’t worry Ken, that was more my fault than yours[]

Flickr Friday: With each cough, my heart breaks just a little

This photo was taken at the same summer as this one, when my Parents and I went to Leslie Pitt to go cycling. I love these because its one of the many photos that reminds me of the great time that my parents and I had cycling around there. It also reminds me of a time when  my parents were less fragile1.

I got a dose of reality last year when both my parents went through surgery while I was living thousands of miles away. I was heartbroken but I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to rush home and be at each of my parents’ bedside for as long as they were in the hospital. But they wouldn’t even give me the number to the hospital because they didn’t want me to waste my money on phone bills.

Early last month my Mum caught a bug at school, she went home early and stayed home the following day; slept it off and naturally passed it on to my Dad. My Dad was already suffering from the allergies I was that caused him to cough quite a bit, and kept him up at night. My Mum healed within a day; my Dad on the other hand couldn’t sleep at all so he ended up getting so sick that he could barely move and had to stay home from work for two days.

Shortly afterwards he lost his voice. He is still without voice and coughing up lungs every other half hour. I got sick too, but I didn’t have to stay home from work a single day. Also, my cough is almost gone and its only been a week and a half.

My Dad has been to the doctor, who started him on antibiotics on Saturday but I haven’t noticed any improvement. He says he feels a little better, but I don’t feel like its good enough. Everytime I hear him coughing, I just want to rip my heart out so that it stops hurting. My Daddy is a strong, resilient man and he still goes to his garage to work on his friend/customer’s bike every day when we get home from work2. So he won’t complain that his life is hard or even feel sorry for himself… but I do.

I wish I could take it away and make him better with the snap of my finger… I know that it could be so much worse, but I guess I’m worried that if his cough doesn’t go away soon that it might get worse. And then what do I do?

*Sigh* I’m sorry for this whiny Flickr Friday, but I just really needed to get this off my chest. No question for you guys today, but feel free to share your stories that may3 relate.

Footnotes:
  1. Oh, how I hate irony right now[]
  2. we work at different departments in he same company[]
  3. or may not[]

Reflections of a fragile heart

I suppose its a bit ironic that I picked the name fragileheart and that it has stuck for so long, because in actuality I’m not that fragile at all. Sure, I get emotional but I’m not, and never will be, weak1. I’m not perfect, nor do I want to be. Perfect is boring. Making mistakes makes life exciting, though that doesn’t mean I make them on purpose.

I try to live my life without regrets… as soon as I realise there is something in my life that I regret, I would prefer to do something to rectify it – even if it feels like its too late. I wasn’t always this way though. I had to learn and change my attitude before I could even begin to embrace this outlook.

There are still so many things I want to work on about myself, but I feel blessed to have gotten to where I am2 at 27. I know I could have probably gotten here sooner if I wasn’t such a spoilt brat of a teen, but I don’t regret it at all. I’ve enjoyed my life thus far. I’m not rich, but I feel so lucky to have lived the life I have lived. And of course, I have my parents to thank for that.

I wouldn’t be half the person I am if it weren’t for my parents. We aren’t close in the sense that I tell my parents everything3, but we’re close in that we do a lot of things together and we enjoy each other’s company. Having been in the kind of relationship with them where I hated them and they saw me as a nuisance, I am able to appreciate what we share now.

I’m also grateful for having such a bad history with boyfriends, because if it weren’t for those relationships4 I wouldn’t be able to appreciate the amazing connection and relationship that I share with him. I also wouldn’t be able to know what it feels like when I’m on the giving end of the kind of behaviour that spells, ‘taking someone for granted’. I’m so lucky to have someone as strong5, talented, brilliant, loving and loyal man in my life… and best yet, to call him mine!

As for the things I have to work on… believe it or not, I am horrible at keeping in touch with people. I know, I know… I’m on the internet so much, how could I be bad at keeping in touch with people? Easy, they don’t blog! I’m on the internet blog surfing, for the most part, so unless you have a blog – you probably won’t hear from me. You would think that sending an email is easy enough, but apparently… it is not.

A few other things I have to work on but that I won’t get into: money management, exercising, and doing what I say I’m going to do6! I’m sure there are many more7 things, but this is all I can think of right now!

My heart may have been fragile once, but its stronger than ever now.

Thanks to everyone who gave me such warm well wishes on my birthday, you guys have no idea how positive of an impact you all make on my life and I love you all for it!

How do you grow?

Footnotes:
  1. I don’t like tooting my own horn but I feel that an important part of blogging for me is reflecting on myself and being honest with who I am[]
  2. even if I don’t have a ‘career’ to call my own yet[]
  3. I have a friend who tells her parents all her boy troubles, I don’t do that[]
  4. or lack thereofs[]
  5. in every sense of the word[]
  6. or just don’t say you’re going to to do something unless its already in the works[]
  7. smaller[]

Flickr Friday: Paws up

Paws up

Yes, its time for another cat post. For those who are new to my blog, Flickr Friday is my chosen method of showcasing my favourite photos from my flickr photostream on my blog. Today’s Flickr Friday is dedicated to my beautiful little girl, Serine. We’ve had some problems with her using the entire house as a litter box, but I think we’ve finally solved the problem.

I’m ashamed to say that the problem was me. You see, my Mum ended up cleaning her litter more often than I did because I was just plain lazy1. And I think she didn’t like that, she wanted me to go be the one in there cleaning her litter. The change was almost instantaneaous, and after 3 days of consectutively using her litter tray properly we let her out of her little room2. So now, she’s roaming the house free and has been my good little girl.

I was really worried for a while there because if she didn’t learn how to use her tray, I would have lost the battle against my parents to keep her. You see, we’ve all developed allergies3: My Mum was the first to get it, then me and now my Dad has developed a whooping cough that just won’t go away4. And I think we can deal with just the allergies alone, but using the entire house as a litter box is just not going to cut it anymore. Now I may be speaking too soon because it’s only been a few days since she’s been out of her room but I’m hopeful.

She’s quite a bit younger in this photo, but it’s one of my favourites; it reminds me of the days when I was able to let her sleep with me in my room. How I long for those days, but my allergies would keep me up if I were to let her sleep with me now. *sigh* What’s a girl to do?

Have you ever had this problem with a pet? How did you solve it?

Footnotes:
  1. it started out as me being too busy with school, but then it turned into laziness[]
  2. oh, did I forget to mentioned my parents locked her up in a room while I was staying at the apt with the bf? My bad[]
  3. all except my brother anyway[]
  4. the dr is telling him it’s allergies, we’re assuming it’s to the cat[]

Flickr Friday: The end is near

Sun, lake and broken trees

No silly, not the end of the world. But the end of summer, anyway. This photo was taken in the summer of 2006, a few days before I was leaving my parents to follow my heart1. There’s an area in Toronto called Leslie Pitt, and it’s where my parents like to go cycling. They used to go cycling every weekend before my Mum had an operation on her knee. As a ‘you’re leaving us soon’ favour to my Dad I agreed to go with them. Naturally, I had the time of my life as I got to enjoy a beautiful area and go to take beautiful photos like this. There are many more in this set, but I didn’t upload all of them to flickr because they featured close ups of my parents.

I like this photo not just because it’s a nice sunset picture, but because it’ll forever remind me of that first summer I realised that I actually enjoy spending time with my parents. I think maybe this was one of the first days that we did something as three adults and it may have forever shaped the way our relationship developed once I returned home from living abroad.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? When did you first realise you liked them as people, and not just as your parents?

Footnotes:
  1. evidently, my heart was in Ireland[]
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