Reflections

At the mrt station and I came across this fat kid around 6 years old or so. Kept stamping her foot and saying when will the train come? It's so slow! When would it come? Why do I have to wait so long? Pulled her fathers shirt till it stretched and both parents merely ignored her. As a bystander I felt like smacking her already such prissy attitude lol. This brought me back to the message yesterday by pastor Paul, saying how David was a spiritual man but a bad father. Spirituality doesn't automatically equate you to being good in everything else, sadly. Everything has to be worked on. I don't know what kind of parent I'll be, maybe a rather relaxed one, but I'll never know. One thing for sure I wouldn't restrict my kids as much as I was restricted all my life. Or maybe it's just me, the overtly regulated, clockwork living me. Heh. The things that I was supposed to do I never got to do them, the things I wasn't supposed to do I did, or was allowed to do, so yeah. I guess all this takes guidance from God, who gives wisdom for everything heh. 

On a lighter note, 

Heh my outfit for the day (: bought the top in bkk for 100 baht, shoes for 130 and my shorts ages ago at some random market. Excited to make macarons later 😊