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Saturday, July 31, 2004

*Tears In My Eyes*

31/07/04
5.25pm

Jux came back frm work.. Have a bath and do not really feel like slping.. Turn on my com and i decide to update my blog lor.. Tis early morning.. (30/07/04) Encountered someting i found it beri amusing.. It was my fren wL.. We were at lecture hall listening to IISO lecture.. Suddenly my frenz found a silver coloured packaging like a sweet in wL's front pocket of the bag which was not properly zipped. My frenz tot it was a sweet.. He den ask wL to gif him 1.. But wL jux ignored him.. He jux insisted tt he did not bring any sweets to skool.. My frenz bth his selfishness liao.. My frenz den signal to another frenz hu was sitting beside wL.. 1 hold on to wL and the other took his bag n opened.. To their amaze.. The silver packaging was actually CONDOMS.. Wat was wL bringing condoms to skool for? We started to throw qns at him.. He jux doesn't wan to ans.. Den my frenz threaten him.. If he does not ans hor.. My fren will throw the condom to the gals hu r sitting jux below us nia.. wL was a bit scared n said.. "My fren say use condom blow balloon more fun!!!" Den we all started to luff n luff so loud tt the teacher caught our attention.. Den i did not noe my frenz was so cb until.. He really went to throw the condom down to the gals.. And he told the gals.. "Erm.. My frenz dropped his stuff.. Could u mind picking up for him?" One of the gals pick up the condom n was stunt.. She held the condom and throw it at wL.. wL was so pai seh until he went to the toliet n hide rite after the lecture.. Lolx.. I guess wL has to hide his face everytime he walks ard IT blk ba..

When i was having a IISO lab.. I read wat kL wrote in her blog.. I did not know she gt such a sad story.. It jux remind mi of some 1 too.. Some 1 i used to cry during nitez.. Some 1 i could not get over wif.. Some 1 hu had left mi years ago.. Some 1 hu i tot i had jux 4gotten until now.. My grandfather.. (Ye Ye) My grandfather was not a beri nice person i first knew or shld i say heard? Tis is bcos he was paralysed.. He could not move so usually when we visit him n grandmother.. He will be always sitting on the sofa watching tv or jux lying on the bed slping.. The onli time we talk to him was during the time we reach we call him and during the time we leave we say gd bye.. I gt a beri bad impression of him.. In fact i dislike him beri mux.. Tis is bcos my dad used to told mi.. "When we were having dinner.. No 1 was suppose to luff or joke.. Every1 was jux quietly having their dinner.. No wasting of foods - Not even a single grain of rice.. Everything mux be finish!!! Sometimes he is so furious until he can turn the table upside down and the whole family can have no dinner for tt nite.." But everyting started to change when he started to move in wif us.. At first it was a no no.. Cos i had to actually gif up my room to him n my grandmother.. N given my grandfather attitude.. I dun tink i ta han.. My mum told mi it was jux for a short period of time.. Haix.. Since it is the way is it.. So be it.. I remb 1 day.. I came back frm skool.. Tired n shag.. I went to do my hw.. Suddenly i heard some 1 groaning in pain.. It was coming frm my room!!! 1 thought of it n i knew it was him.. He wanted water.. So i went to refill his water bottle and he actually thx mi.. Den i had a little chat wif him.. He told him how regretted he was.. How he treat his kids last time.. He even say maybe he paralsyed is his bao ying.. He say he say until tears come out.. Actually i found him beri ke lian.. Cos he has been suffering alot too.. Beri lonely oso.. No 1 to tok to.. So everyday after skool i will spend some of my time talking to him.. I even help my grandmother to change his diapers.. Feed him medicine and even cleaning him!!! There den i noe it was so hard n difficult to take care of him.. I remb him saying.. "I wish i could leave tis world faster.. Den ur grandmother will not be so xin ku.. Ur dad n uncles will not spend so mux money on medicines.." I listen to tis sentence and i cry.. I told him.. "U took care of them once.. Now let them took care of u back.." I onli get to noe the real him a couples of wks n he went back to my aunt's hse.. After a few wks, he passes away.. Only then i noe actually he is trying to spend his last moments wif each of us.. I could not even see him 4 the last moments.. My grandma told mi tt b4 he died.. He kept calling "Guo Dong!! Guo Dong Ar!!" I jux hated myself.. Y can't i noe the true him earlier? Y mux until the last moments den i noe everything.. Isn't it too late? Sometimes i wish i could go back to time and turn everything ard..

maRcUs` (",)

| yawns @ 6:28 AM|

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