The best thing about coming home is that you can see the people that you would secretly cry when they call, on sundays, school holidays, chinese new years, birthdays, unexpected days.
Ah ma fell down yesterday. twice. you know, when we were still in college, she used to walk around the house after dinner with cdying, to help her lose weight. Sometimes, I don't know if I should walk as much as I can (I'm so lazy lazy lazyyyyyy), or run or jump, before I couldn't do any of them anymore. Who knows when will this day come? It is like santa. Always appearing when you are least expecting.
pp asked me to go keep her company for 2 weeks before we head off to beijing. But I said I want to go back to skc on sunday. So, I went over this afternoon. Yan didn't want to go down and greet because he thought she might not be at home. I think he was just thinking about his terminator salvation.
When I was trying to lose weight, these old people can't eat the food that was once upon a time their favourite. When I stayed up late at night just to finish off the korean dramas, these old people wouldn't mind to climb up the mountain or dive deep down the sea, to just find a way, or any medicine, to make them sleep better at night. When I prefer to lock myself in the room, minding my own business, these old people wake up early in the morning and try to dress up themselves to go out and meet their friends.
"part of the problem, Mitch, is that everyone is in such a hurry," Morrie said. "People haven't found meaning in their lives, so they are running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running."
I know the days will be coming. We all know it's coming. And when it comes, I think I'll still hear their voices when I am trying to concentrate on my studies, or eating alone at 7.30pm, or might be those nights that I stay too awake, not because of caffeine or glucose.
Those days when I was little, I was so afraid of him because he never smile. And now we are exchanging our best smiles, when I shouted ah gong from 10 miles away.
She asked me to cut her nails earlier in the afternoon. They were all torn. And when I massaged her leg, it was so small and soft as if the muscle would tear off if I press any harder.
Happy belated Bah Chang day. I like nyonya chang more than the normal bah chang and I like ki chang more than any changs in the world.
"Hello, can I speak to tong tong mei nv please?"
"Hello AH GONG~!!!<3 "



6 comments:
love love this post.
love love grandparents !
I so want a ba4 zhang3.
good la....got bak chang ...:(
ask ur parents to bring some to dublin YY.. bring for me too!! i want the ones with egg yolk n kichang if can..
yeah. its bringing me to tears .
jolynn
I love ki zhang toooo!!!
i miss any zhang now actually ><
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