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Monday, December 10, 2007

Newspaper scrap.
Saturday
,
dropped by gramps house to pass her some taiwan snacks. She's getting old and frail but i know that she's still strong, simply just not showing out. The phobia is there, falling again. And her unfillial daughter-in-law doesn't feed her well nor bring her out. Gramps is so afraid that no ones gonna recognize her because her hair's all pearly white. Then we dig out really old albums to reminisce, actually my sister needs it for her project. Mother looks so chubby and replica of me. Oh, it's just so many photos that i can ramble about all day long.
One extraordinary one, my gramps and grandpa, so young and lovely.



Kiss her goodbye, well, she's gonna come my house for bout' a week on tuesday.
Downtown east-ed with family, father's father birthday. I never like having gatherings with this particular side of relatives, nothing in common.




Back when i wasn't 18, my parents just left me with my cousins and siblings while they head for the jackpot room.
Now, my uncle was like, "You stay with your sister and brother, then we go in ok? Anyway you..."
" Hello, i'm 19 this year, going on 20. i CAN officially enter"
It wasn't much of an eye opener, just machines. Surprisingly, i was the only young one there because the majority or rather the mass except me were senior citizens. The jackpot machines aren't those i use to see on teevee, with the bar where you pull it down, 3 matches then ching ching ching, your tokens fall. It's all buttons now, and i don't have a clue how they work. So father just dropped the coins in while i just press. We contributed $20, gain nothing.
Apparently, some people(s) were late, i waited really long before ordering was made. Overall, my tummy was satisfied.
Met sayang afterwards, had some light meal with him. My poor boy is hungry, tired and angry because a hungry person is an angry person.

Sunday,
Painted room Lilac, tough job. I had my nails painted red just before i started the job, so after that i had spots on my nails as finishes.
Now, my room's brighter and less cracked. I had no idea mother bought Lilac, and of course i preferred something new, like striking pink or purple? Not the whole room of course, just one portion of the room. It's a warm up for me before i start to paint sayang's room.
Northpoint-ed with sayang.
I miss this boy.

Monday,
mother woke me up, " You don't have school today meh? I was trying to register to my brain while in a half asleep mode, that it was actually monday today, not a weekend.
Some random topics, about different races funeral with my girls. Cheena mampos, is what malay call, chinese funeral.
Okay, gonna meet my sayang later.


Til then,
i'm still Loving my hubby.