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Friday, April 06, 2007 9:27 AM

Just came back after my bai bai.
went to 'visit' my grandpa. with my uncle and 2 of his daughters.

it has been so many years alr since he passed away. but the feeling is still there. there is sadness, but no tears. but i would always feel so empty seeing his picture. miss him. yes. still remembered tat when i was young, everytime i come back home, i would always shout, " Ah gong, wa deng lai liao."-hokkien. but now, i dont. i could only greet my grandma. thus, this regular habit i had seemed so stranger to me now.

although the kind of atmosphere in the morning started low. but things later started to liven up :)
we then had some little small conversations and jokes. then my uncle and cousins went home. and we went to jurong to have carrot cake. yay! hahas. i love them. called my other cousin,shawn, and his dad to come down to have breakfast too. the carrot cake there is really YUMMY! hehes.

later most prob would be making a trip down to wisma to shop with my mum. coz now they,except me, are all taking a rest.

yesterday slept at 12.30+ and woke up in the morning at 4+, but i dont seem sleepy at all now. hahas.(maybe later in the afternoon mahs.)
had a great time. was tired. but where were the ghost stories? muahas.
im envious. yes. i wanna have a stayover too. sob sobs. but quite impossible. mum doesn't allow. hai...

you are scary. yes u are. changed. yes, i agree with chari. started out well, but now.. i duno. after hearing those... you dont seemed to be the one tat i knew. last time you were an ice block, then a warm sun.. but now u seem to be (*lost of words*). temperamental. hu leng hu re.
you made me very confused. very lost. why are you in this way.


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