Before we talk about my totally rad holiday in Borneo...allow me one more emo post

On some days, I really miss my mummy-papa. It is a totally selfish sentiment, as only the offspring's need for parental care can be.

1. I miss having someone to push me out of bed before the clock hits critical time (that moment after which no matter what you do, you're gonna be so late).
   
2. Some one to force feed me vegetables.
   
3. Someone to badger me to scrub my scabby knees and soak my velakkaari (trans: servant maid) feet in a tub full of warm shampoo suds.
   
4. Someone to make me gargle hot salt water when I start sounding like an old man.
5. Someone to help me organize my sockdrawer.
6. Someone to drive me to the doctor and remind me to update my contact details on official documents.
7. Someone to fix the cracked window of my watch or change the flickering lightbulb in my room.
8. Someone to tell me off me each time I f-up in the kitchen and lament about what my future mother in law is going to say about how I was raised.
9. Someone who, had I been closer to home, would have forced me to meet some boy with a good job, fairly good height and complexion, without questionable upbringing and with at least one sibling, to discuss my life-plans with and see if we can possibly spend a lifetime together.

After 5 years of rigorously convincing my parents that I don't need them anymore, they finally seem to agree with me. Suddenly, thats just too bad.

To quote a friend, "Why is irony so beautiful?"

But then he also said "maybe i should name my daughter irony," and totally destroyed the cheem (trans: profound) moment.