dinnered with the family last night.
i dont know bout anyone else,
but sometimes i dont think i spend enough time with them.

just by chance,
i was thinking of the everyday routine in a house.
i guess you only realise it when you step into someone else's home.
after dinner (provided the family eats together),
there's a settlement of half an hour in front of the gogglebox,
and then splitting up to different rooms with excuses of work.

as one by one everyone leaves the family room,
they end up in their own room with others to entertain,
or the telly to soften their ride on the dream train.

by eight,
the family room is dark,
lit up by shadows from the bedrooms.

it always seems that there are others more important.
important enough to wait on the im patiently,
important enough to check ur facebook every five minutes.
when there's family outside three seconds away,
perhaps troubled with matters at work or school,
or with an interesting thought of what happened that morning in the lift.


thats why i try not to skip out on family dinners on the weekends.
true, i see the same people every evening,
maybe not in the mornings as everyone leaves before eight.
catching up on the week's events, or even family gossip.
they keep the favourite portion of the fish for you,
scold you for adding too much sugar in your tea.
hey, maybe thats enough (:

with this stalemate,
i realised how much i've missed
when my mind was away.

walking outside funan mall,
we stopped at the sound of roaring planes.
standing by the road,
we caught sight of the airshow for ndp rehearsal.
with appropriate ooohs and ahhs,
we stood there admiring shapes made by the planes
with white trails tinged pink by the sunset.

i loved the sky on the ride home.
seven forty one, two parts blue and one part green.
(:


eh.em outing on wed!

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