Ate with my parents today. Fishhead steamboat.
Learnt this drink called eeun yang. Coffee/tea hybrid. Taste a bit like chocolate and I suppose more effective than coffee itself?
My dad was fiddling with a tube-like ice with his straw. Following, I took one tube-like ice from my mom's sugarcane drink. I pop it into my mouth and my dad did the same. We looked at each other and laughed.
How long since was it that I laughed with my parents. There was another incident with my mom also, but I forgot the joke.
He spat the ice back into his sugarcane drink, I spat mine onto the floor. Didn't rmb I had my euun yang.
Smiles Laughter. If it can't start from the family, would it start with the world? Repairing what I've lost, restarting from the beginning that I ignored.
I love my Dad. I love my Mom. And I don't need some stupid parent meeting slide presentation to show my love. APEL? I think that's crap to me. But I think, maybe an APEL view will be the focus point of my criticism, which ultimately shows me how I should continue to rectify my own principals, virtues, laws, such that I can continue criticising. Afterall, taking dirt from there to put it here means less dirt there and more dirt here.