Mhm. I actually went ahead and got myself the Tom Bihn Synapse 25 which I was eyeing for some time.
First impressions: The bag is gonna last a LONG time. The ballistic nylon feels so tough! The YYK zips are not extremely smooth but they feel huge and super durable. The chipped left strap buckle brushed against my inner arm, but that’s gonna resolved soon as Tom Bihn had already sent a replacement bag over and it’s on it’s way here. Weight wise, it was a little heavy to carry on my hand, but when I carried the backpack on my back, initially it felt heavy but I noticed that no matter how much stuff I throw inside, the burden my shoulders felt actually was somewhat the same, which kinda baffled me. I’ll try more when my replacement bag comes. The back panel isn’t as breatheable as I expected it to be, but after loosening the straps (lengthening them) a little, there’s actually some room for my back to breathe and it was better.
I think I’ll do a more detailed review after a few months of using the bag to see how things go.
Last night I dreamt about my dad again. I’ve been dreaming about him quite frequently these few nights… but last night was quite different.
It felt almost real. Everyone at home had already went to sleep. I was the last one, and before I step into my room, I heard the door opened and Dad step into the house, like how he did when he worked night shift the last time. I remembered looking at him in shock, wondering why was he back, why could he still appear in front of me in flesh. He still jokingly asked me why did I keep looking at him.
I reached out to touch him and found that I could feel him. Suddenly I just started crying, very hard, non stop, while grabbing his arm. I didn’t cry in real life as I dreamt, but I cried very hard in the dream. (Usually if I cry in the dream, I would be crying IRL too.)
Can’t remember much of the dream after that. It did continue, but I don’t remember the details.
Although I had somewhat gotten used to him not being around us anymore, I realised 我还是很想他…
My beloved dad, who passed away on 23rd November 2018, at 23:48 at Changi Hospital.
Sudden, but at least not much suffering, which is good for him.
Perhaps I have yet to come to terms with the loss. I cried a bit here and there. But not too much yet.
I’ll miss him for sure.
But I’ll be strong. For him, for mom, for the family, for the house, for everything that he had left behind, so that he can go on his way to rebirth peacefully.
Hope he will reincarnate into a good family, get good education and take care of his health this time!
I don’t think I’ll get to reincarnate into human again after my death (I’m not that great a person this life), so I don’t think I will be his daughter again. But I totally wouldn’t mind, even though it was infuriating in the past!
I’m gonna spend my birthday in…. Bedok Polyclinic. Sigh. I took this leave since January (I try not to work on my birthdays), but well, now I need to bring my dad to the polyclinic for his blood test and doctor’s appointment to check on his kidney function.
Well not that I have anything much to do at home anyway.
My Tokyo trip is in 3 days’ time! It’s just a 5.25 days trip (0.25 day because we only reach Tokyo at around 4pm, and by the time we reach the hotel it’ll already be around 6+pm, hurhur) though. Wish it’s longer! Too bad someone didn’t have much leave days to take… *sulks*
Watched a bit of Canada Cup last night. Stayed up specially to watch Fujimura’s first round of games in the Pool. Went to bed after he won his first set of games.
….. And dreamt about him for the entire night.
So weird. It’s not like I was actively thinking about him throughout the day. But yet for the entire night of sleep, the dream just kept continuing despite me waking up briefly in the middle of the night. It felt… quite real. But of course it’s just a dream (and some wishful thinking obviously) after all…