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Thursday, September 14, 2006


Today's events were unexpected.
Way unexpected.
I thought I'd have the usual school day, CIP after and go home.
But no.

I was having D&T when some guy called me down to the general office to return my mom's call. I knew something was wrong. Jeez, I was only soldering my wires.
Brenda followed me to the general office and I waited for some guy to get off the phone. I picked up the phone. Dialed.
My mom answered the phone and she asked me if I was okay.
Yeah, I was okay. Why would I not be okay?
Then she asked me if I could go home cos there was something wrong.
I asked why.
She said something happened.
She said my grandfather had just passed away.
And that's when I started crying.
So picture me standing there.
On the phone.
Crying.
Hard.

He was supposed to be taken to the hospital. He needed to go to the bathroom. Maybe he got a heart attack and knocked his head. And fell to the floor. My dad carried him to his bed. And he murmured. And he breathed his last.

Yeah, anyway, I had to skip CIP and go home. My mom, brother and flew to Manila. I was pretty enthused to fly Singapore Airlines. The service is good and I watched Just My Luck. It's an okay movie, I guess. And orange juice tastes disgusting after brushing your teeth.

I have zero grandfathers left. I probably shouldn't put it that way. I hate having to attend wakes and funerals. Oh yeah, when I saw him in his casket, he was smiling :)
No, not the creepy hey-I'm-gonna-haunt-you-tonight kind of smile.
I don't know if you get it, but it's the peacefully asleep kind of smile. If you get what I mean.
It's okay if you don’t get it. No pressure.
I'm having a sore throat now. And colds. Brentville is stuffy. I kind of threw up too.
Maybe you didn't need to know that. Okay, you didn't. I refuse to BACKSPACE. Heh.

Well, I'm missing school. I'll be back in Singapore on Sunday. Nighttime? Hey, I haven't done my homework. I have an excuse so I'll be given extra time, I hope.
My parents are sleeping now and I'm still on the laptop.
I'm kind of having mixed emotions right now. I don't know whether I should feel happy or sad or confused or heartbroken (er..)?
Anyway, I'm going to miss school. Miss as in, you know. The one more on the affectionate side.
I know many of you don't like school. It's because of studying. I don't enjoy studying that much. Okay, I like studying juuust a little. And the friends part, of course.
I'm really missing them right now. When I left school today, they were all giving me hugs :)
I wanna go home and watch Oprah with my sister. The rerun of the show where Oprah helps the hurricane Katrina survivors have new homes.

I'm a bit sleepy now and I'd just gotten back from the wake. I'll get ready for bed soon. I hope my mom will let me sleep in tomorrow. I mean, later.
It's like two in the morning now.
If I were still in Singapore, I'd be having my beauty sleep (ha) now.
Yeah right, just kidding :D well I would have been sleeping. Really deep sleep.

I was here like, a week ago and I'm here again. In this stuffy little Brentville. I don't really like the name, you know. Brentville. Urgh. I'm sure you have better things to do. Than read all this nonsense about my dad's neighbourhood.
Well I'ma get ready to sleep now.
I have to go for the wake again tomorrow. Attend mass, perhaps. Funeral's on Saturday morning …
I'm sleepy. And I made it to two am. I should be getting a reward for this, shouldn't I? Nah. Up to you though :D

Goodnight.
Lovesssssss.


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