Belut pulang ke lubuknya

Yep, back home once more after a tiring but enjoyable trip to KL. I was lucky enough to be housed by the great Mei Mae who just returned from her long honeymoon in Singapore. Y'know she went for shopping and guess what she came back with. Nothing but FOOD. There were Roller Coaster Party Packs, Cheezels, chips of all sorts and tonnes of biscuits. Aiyoh, since last year she has been saying "I want to lose weight laaah" but sadly words speak louder than actions for her.

Great news guys, I'm officially qualified to teach you fellas on how to date and find a future spouse!

Had my courtship lessons by Bro Peter Chin in DU on Saturday

By the way, I wasn't supposed to be there, but thankfully Eunice sms-ed me last minute and told me a class was going on, so I dropped by and paid a visit.

Alvin : *Opens door* May I join you guys?

Bro Peter : Oh Alvin, nice to have you here. Yes you may if you promise to be nice to us.

Alvin : Oh sure I promise *smiles*

Eunice : *jaw drops*

That pretty much summarizes what happened in the first 10 seconds of the class.

Later on that night, I attended a class on parenting and communicating with teenagers. This class was NOT designed for people of my age group but I learnt a thing or two. Managed to meet Chloe(remember her? she's one of the professional artists that drew a portrait of me) and other DU members.

That's Saturday for you guys.

Sunday morning, woke up, brushed teeth and mandi kerbau-ed(the water was VERY VERY cold). I followed Mei Yean and Alvin Goh(quality product from SFI) to church to prepare the Lord's Supper but ended up talking rubbish with Penny, Yih Ting and Wen Liang.

Alvin : Hi auntie

Penny : *eyes opened wide* What did you call me?

Alvin : Auntie?

Wen Liang : Uh oh, Alvin you're supposed to call her sister la

Alvin : Oh, really? Okay, hi jie-jie.

Penny : *raises fist*

We're on good terms now, don't worry C:

Had the best church lunch after church once again and then went for badminton with Sam, Wen Kye, Wen Liang, Yih Ting and Brian. The men had their own game of shoutminton where every ball they hit has an "AHH" sound or a "URGHH" and when they miss a shot they go "AIYAAA!"

Yep, that's shoutminton for you.

Christine didn't come along as she was busy practising her rempit skeelz on the road C:

Went for steamboat later and confessed my only reason why I don't eat crabs.

I'm lazy to break them open.

So, I just sat and watched the Lim family rip, tear and destroy each limb the poor crab had. It was a sight to behold, trust me.

Andandand, later that night, DOTA MARATHON! But Sam had to sleep early coz he had classes the following day ):

Earlier today morning, I accompanied auntie Tina to pick Christine up from the rempit school. She passed apparently and kept on complaining and degrading the officers that tested her.

Example.

You know arh, got so many people doing the test at the same time..den when I doing the titi arh, they looking at the man doing the number 8..then they count my titi time wrong also..actually it's less den 7 seconds but then arh............blaaaaablablabla

Yep, that's Christine for you.

Boarded the bus at 1.15pm and left for old, rustic Melaka C:

A child at heart

Yes, the title says it all and I'll let the pictures do the talking, after all they're worth a thousand words

the ultimate warrior C:

I am still a child at heart after all

Toodles!

Runaways

Here goes a mini post on some people who attended the recent funeral. I must say, it's quite an interesting occasion where I met my cousins who are more than double my age and I met them for the first time. Cousin Yin Wai is 46 mind you (:
Also, it's good to see a small entourage from Subang Jaya CoC comprising of Jessica, Aunty Tina, Uncle Chan Koon, and Jessica's parents and of course, church members, family and not forgetting friends (:
Please click on the pictures if they're too small or if you need to admire someone *COUGHS*




I don't have many pictures coz' I spent half my time attending to family matters and the other half lecturing Jessica on how to fold the paper taels which she eventually managed to succeed.

Toodles!

Arigato!

This post is specially dedicated to those who have helped see me through my recent encounter with the passing on of my beloved grandfather. All of you have really been an encouragement and a great help in times of grief and bereavement.

Special thanks to,

Joan

Jessica

Jonah

Micah

Jolene

Sue May

Eunice

Bro Jerry and wife

Bro. Eng and Shirley

Bro. Chan Koon and Tina

June and Janice

Sis. Alice

Dr See and Grace

Steven and Angeline

Goh Choon Liang and Cherie

if I have missed out any names, do forgive me C:

May God bless you all

RIP

I know it's pretty awkward for me to post so many times in such a short period but I think I will not be doing justice to my late grandfather if my tribute is not penned by hand and only safekept in my heart.

My grandfather was a good man. He laboured hard and long throughout his life. He walked miles to begin work during the early hours of the morning. Even before sunrise, there he would be, pacing step after step to begin the daily rituals of his everyday life. He worked as a humble coffee-maker, who earned no more than we spend a month and spent less than we saved a month. I admired him for the fact that he didn't believe in the miracles of 'money'. Money was a foreign item to him, something profane and strange because he said it turned good people into bad people. True enough, living up to his words and testimony, he hardly spent in his life except to purchase the little necessities of life. I used to think he was wierd.


But I loved him.



Often we would visit him, mostly on Sundays to accompany him as he lived on his own. His apartment was no bigger than the compounds of most houses but still, he lived in simplicity. He tasted no luxury and wanted no fortune. His only wish was to live happily. As a grandson, I failed my duty to be able to love him and care for him as a grandson should. I couldn't speak with him as language was a barrier between us and I couldn't express how much I love him as my words would simply go to waste.



But I loved him.



My mother used to tell me long stories of how life was with him. He gave her a good spanking when she failed to accomplish her household chores and family commitments. He always said, "you'll appreciate my beatings when you're older" and true enough, the woman my mother turned out to be is indeed a miraculous work of tears, sweat, blood and patience. But I never knew too much about him. The man whom I called grandfather was just another person whom I barely knew.



But I loved him.



Oh how I wish I knew him better. I wish I knew what he used to look like or what his favourite food was. I wish I knew the joy he felt in his life and pain he suffered during his trials. I wish I could be there for him when he needed someone. I wish I did all those things which I wanted to do. I didn't. I can't


But I loved him.



Closing my testament to his long and fruitful life, I would like to say this.

You will never know how much you really love someone, until you have lost him.

my beloved grandfather
1918-2009

I never said goodbye
I never said 'I love you'
to him.