Hit My Gratitude Spot

Next week's weather is not looking too good for a tropical girl like me. Temperature dropping to below 10 degrees is bad news for Chester and me. I won't be bringing him down for walks for at least a week because that will be the sort of weather for one whole week. I don't know how to survive anymore with Allan having to do his work, Scarlett having to do her homework after school and a curious toddler who prefers being a nuisance to them as oppose to sitting at the couch playing with me. He finds what they do more appealing than my singing and acts. At this point, I will either bring him down for strolls or reach out to the remote control and click on Youtube. Next week's option will probably be the latter. 

Hong Kong kind of first world problem, everybody is forced to stay in the living area due to the "configuration" of our little flat. Since we can't go for strolls next week, I brought Chester down more the last two days. 

Our 18th floor neighbour is in her eighties. A healthy and friendly lady, she is also a good friend of my mom when she used to live with us. We always chat up with this neighbour whenever we meet downstairs our block. This morning, she took Chester for a short walk and it was so sweet to watch how Chester "charmed" her with his cheeky smile when they walked together briefly hand in hand. Elderly should hang out with little kids, the chemistry they have is magical.

Chester loves taxis and buses. He has little versions of them at home and when he sees one from our window while playing with them, he'd raised that little taxi toy car or toy bus and say, "SAME!" There is a petrol station and bus stop near our home, you can imagine his excitement. He stood by the bus stop for quite awhile looking at all the buses that stopped by. The massive queue of taxis at the petrol station also attracted his attention. When we walked pass the school near our home, Chester often peek through the grills to watch the students do sports. Yesterday evening was a group of girls playing volleyball. When some of them saw Chester, they waved at him. He didn't know how to wave back. Duh.

Last week, Tracy, my ex poly mate texted me about catching up and I can't be more happy. Familiar face! I begged her to visit me and stay at my place for dinner today. She always does. I am a crappy friend for always making her come my home out of convenience. I promise myself the next catch up, I will be out with her instead. Nevertheless, being at home allowed us to have hours (4pm to 9pm) to just sit and chat while the kids just do their own stuff. I don't think we can do that in any restaurants.

Tracy is easy going and I always enjoy having her around. I feel absolutely no pressure that I have to constantly entertain her. She also likes kids, so that makes it even better. Scarlett did help to entertain occasionally by doing silly act like putting a football pillow on her head and a pot lid on her face so I don't get to snap a photo of her face. And Chester is like a magnet to her. She loves to cuddle him as much as I do. I can understand why because his size right now is just too cuddly to not cuddle. However, being a monkey like he is, he moves so much and makes it hard to hug for long. So much so, all the shots I took of them were blurred and this is the best shot I got. 

Tonight, Tracy and I didn't talk about hamsters like we used to. We have matured (yeah right) and our conversations have to grow up too. Maybe, just for tonight. I still want to talk about hamsters with her another time.

We chatted about many things and what brought to my mind was my share about those KOL, how I spotted an IG mom I used to follow, using different shots of the same airport with her and her kids wearing the same outfits but posting about traveling to different places. Everything seem so staged and lost it's charm to me. I stopped using Instagram. I still browse Facebook to keep track of some of my overseas friends' lives because I care and occasionally drop some comments but I don't post anymore. Facebook was like my trash post forum and I feel I should just stop. Do my dear friends a favour (some actually did complain to me).

Thus, I resorted to blogging. I can't trash talk or trash post as it requires time. So if you are reading this, you know, a lot of effort has been put in, in terms of photo selecting, cropping and thinking of contents to write. We all get rough days and some days of mine can also get pretty rough physically, mentally and emotionally. Keeping a blog and recapping of some positive captures I took during the day help set my perspective right at night. I go to bed with as much gratitude as I can gather to carry on this journey. 

Those days when I don't blog, you know, gratitude is dead. Just kidding.