没有你的第八十八天

yucks.
dont get to blog yesterday.
went for cip.
it was nothing much in fact.
but next saturday will be a big event.
just like last saturday.
meteors in singapore.
how wonderful is that?!
this weekend had too much of a break.
slept for most of the time.
shags.
should do some time-management.
now, seriously.
paid respect to numerous people today.
first it was momsie's dad,
next was momsie's grandfather, my great-grandfather.
third was momsie's grandmother, my great-grandmother.
& here comes the touching part.
she passed away on 20march1987.
4mths after my eldest brother was borne.
she's been taking care of my brother when he's hospitalised,
& its the most tiring days for papi, cos his mother (my ahma) was down with breast cancer, my bro was hospitalised,
and everything just gone haywire.
& she was there, looking after & accompanying my brother all this while.
papi was seriously grateful & guilty towards her,
cause after all the taking care of, she passed away abruptly.
papi had no chance to repay her goodwill & kindness.
&& my papi told me she was the most humble and frugal person.
& when my papi said so, i seriously believed it.
cause papi rarely praised anybody anyhow.
& when i looked at her tomb,
i looked at it with respect.
nothing, but highest respect.
i was close to tearing, but i held back.
but what was most infuriating was, eldest brother wasnt there to pay his respect.
they say youngsters hardly practise respect for their ancestors during qing ming festive,
& i see that in my brother.
yet i was silently conversing with her in my heart,
asking for forgiveness towards my eldest brother to her.
i did. sincerely.
i speak to her in utmost respect.
& there goes my day.
home-d.
read "confessions of a shopaholic".
craving to watch it alone someday.
schooling tomorrow.
sigh.
dread.
on a lighter note,
my rash is getting better!