I had 2 wrk on sat, d official last day of sch...sad or happy, i duno, mixed feelings...anyway, aft wrk, i join my colleagues to simei to a colleague's daughter wedding..it's my first time to a Malay wedding, n i noe nuts abt their weddin culture,etc, even d fd was labelled in Malay, haha, so i actually duno wat im eatin...only stayed for a short while, didnt even gt 2 see the bride, coz my mind was elsewhere, anyway i wasnt d earliest who left, many others left quite early aft eating ..
aft leaving d wedding, i tk the train to Outram....it's quite ironic..fr a wedding lunch to a hospital...it's like a life cycle...fr a happy occasion which represents life n chances for d future to a solemn place..many may think dat a hospital may signifies more than THAT meaning...but to me, i hate hospitals, d first time i step into a hospital, was when i was 12 yrs old, which i nvr expect to b my turning pt of my entire life...1993 which i will nvr ever forgt, nt becoz i sat for my PSLE of coz, it's when one of my closest family-papa left us without any last wrds...it's juz a sudden shock to everyone
serene, doreen n sis was aredi at d hospital...when they brought me to see Uncle...i was quite shocked...i couldnt recognise him at all, nt 'hardly', he had lose so much weight..n luks reali weak n frail, wif all those tubes around him..i rem him quite strong, wif black dyed hair n always eatin tonics---hehee, black chicken soup n cod liver oil.... sis n my memories' of him shld be more than others, at least we hv lived wif him for d past yrs... until we separated in 1999,i tink shld b around dat time when i entered poly.. well, both good n bad memories...
i can't quite rem d situation at d time, anyway, nt all will understand entirely n put themselves in our shoes...i guess sm were talkin behind our bk, dat we were heartless to sell d house dat ah ma had left for us...i dun blame them, coz nt all ppl wil understand our situation..imagine a family of 4, n aft dat, 3 living in a rm...i only start to hv sm privacy when we move when i was ard 18 yrs old......anyway, i was quite confused at dat time...i feel bad to leave uncle alone, but was oso worried abt sm of his bad habits..n of coz,i yearned for a place of our own...much dat i love our place veri much... i admit dat there was a lot of unhappiness over dat matter on both parties...still we did hv gd memories...he was quite scared of my sis's temper, but nt me...although, i do admit dat he did dote on us in his own way. i rem always snatchin d bathrm n toilet wif him, nt our fault, coz he tend to hog it for hrs..i rem him bringing me to sgh to see papa 4 d last time...dat day, i was alone by myself at hm..of coz nobody wld know hw helpless a 12 yrs old was feelin at dat time...hw grateful i was to see him n 'gor-ma'...i guess i was forgotten due 2 d shock everyone had...
we can only hope for d best, n pray for his health nw....n hope dat all unhappiness will be forgotten