“把碗洗得干净一点！”

Maybe my blog is really dead. But well, good thing that death is not an end-point, but a transition point. Just like I have the power to revive my blog as and when I want to, so there will come a day when all the dead-as-of-now will 'go to' another place, for better or for worse, but that would certainly be for eternity.

Anyway, just wanted to pop by (can you technically pop by your own blog?) before I continue on my surgical case write-up (which in itself can be a form of warped enjoyment, just that it's super time-consuming -.-"). There's been a lot of news lately, from publicised ones like Ris Low and disasters (natural or otherwise), to private ones like friends and acquaintances being hospitalised, witnessing my first death in hospital (this was like.. 2 weeks ago). Each of them deserve a full post, but well, until I have a little more time on my hands, I shall not venture into lands unknown, past the point of no return.

Just now, when I was washing the dishes (dish, to be more accurately - my own soup bowl), my mum nagged, “把碗洗得干净一点！”. The main point is not that my mum nags (which mother doesn't? Moreover I think my mum nags minimally already (: ) Thing is, if something is clean, it means it has to be perfectly clean. If it isn't, then it really isn't. It's quite an absolute isn't it? Oh. Correction - It IS an absolute isn't it?

As much as social studies and GP have taught us always to "agree [with almost everything, it seems] to a CERTAIN EXTENT," I wonder whether our minds have been accustomed to spectrumise everything. Law aims to make the punishment fit the crime, and rightly so, but have we forgotten that there is sin has no such grading system?

Can you love a person more over time? Love is an absolute standard too, isn't it?