Enough. Six letters. But the weight oh how much it holds, it's so much in some circumstances.
He was a strong man. But u guess it came to a point where enough was enough. His mind could take it but not his body.
There are those who wonder around and choose to be selfless. A simple act of kindness go a long way. These are those who supports no matter the circumstances. Their genuine care can be felt from across the miles.
And then there were those nosy ones. Those that choose to judge.
Of course, an incident like this can cause even the most unexpected person to appear.
There are then, things that you cannot control. And the things that you wish you can control, goes a bit out of hand.
But all is said, and all is done.
It was a very, very difficult time last month. So much of sadness.
How much really, is enough?
What should be used to measure 'enough'?
I could have had a grand wedding ceremony. Budget was not an issue. But for me, a simple one is enough.
I'm sure, people would say, people would judge, people would comment. But as long as I'm happy, nothing else really mattered. I define my own definition of enough.
No one needed to know that I was given a brand new car as a wedding gift. Then again, when we had to choose our car, we weren't given a budget too. A few hundred thousands wasn't an issue. But we chose to be thrifty. After all, dad bought two cars. And to drive in the land of Singapore is very, very expensive.
It was my first day of work this week. There were discussions on how am I going to rent a car to be driving around in Singapore. My new colleagues were nice, as they gave me suggestions on how to go about renting a used car to commute around, as Singapore enacted a ruling this year that if someone is to purchase a car, they have to fork out 40% of the car value as initial deposit to control the amount of cars on the road. Also not to mention, the COE is crazy crazy high. I smiled in appreciation. No one needed to know that my car is fully paid for in cash.
Of course, my daddy was over the moon. He told neighbours and relatives and friends. I wish he didn't, such things don't need bragging.
I'm still the same girl. Still frustrated over silly things, still cry over things that hurt me, still look at Sean the same way as I looked at him when I first started falling in love with him, still wanting to very much just lie on his chest and hear his heartbeat after a long, tiring day. I still reach out to kiss him every night and get frustrated over silly things.
I'm still working hard to earn my own money. I'm still finding for ways to earn even more. I wanna save up, and build something of my own. Carve my own pathway. And my dear hubs, he is ever so supportive.
I'm still very much frugal in my expenses. I'm still the friendly girl my buddies have always known me to be. I did not change.
I'm still, the same old Jean.
Only that I have a rock on my finger now, a novel, lovely 0.45C, perfect cut of hearts and arrow, diamond ring which sparkles everywhere I go.
And I'm loving it.
Lotsa love.





















