small things, big things

had a terrible headache mid-way coming home from work tonite.. i think it was motion sickness.. but i couldn't take it anymore so i got off the bus and decided to walk abit on foot (just a couple of streets) before i took a cab home.

Still, my head was throbbing when i reached home. One of the earlier times i reached home on a week day, i must say. perhaps 9 or 9 something pm? coz usually i'll have one appointment or another but today was blank day :)

my brother and sister were home.. something about gary feeling abit "wei3 qu1" that he had to finish amanda's yoghurt cake..haha. I went straight to my room and plonked down on the floor, head propped against my bed. Amanda came in after awhile.. and she became concerned over my "flooring" and went ahead to tell Gary.

She then brought in a cup of honey for me and got me to drink it. goes
out for awhile, and comes back in again. of course my head is lowered
and eyes closed for most of this, but i could tell that she was
watching me. Gary also popped in and out.. just to check if i was ok
and if i needed panadol. So in jest, i said "watching the zoo is it?" so
that broke the silence.. and gary added on that it's like waiting for
the panda in the zoo to move, which i evidently did. more laughter.
after awhile she came over and jabbed her 2 fingers on the temple of my
forehead and started massaging my head.it felt really good actually.

I can't describe the full process above and what i m feeling (as i m trying to do so above, but failing) but there was just something about hearing her voice.. and slight whinging and laughter from both Gary and her that brought comfort and a kind of gentle joy to me. Perhaps laughter IS the best medicine, not just for the person laughing, but for those who hear it too :)

well all that to say, i am blessed to be in this family. though my head was throbbing, my heart was actually quite warmed and thankful. I have such a nice family. i guess i really should come back earlier each day.. just even to hear their voices, albeit talking about quite some ludricous stuff. but i guess that's what makes memories, memories. it's always the little things and seemingly insignificant stuff. things that we need to sit back and notice and treasure.

suddenly, the small things seem so big now and the big things, really, quite small. the big things only mean something when it's made up of the small things, i guess. haha. well its getting late at nite.. m not making much sense im sure. time to give this head a rest.