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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

TGL outing @ Mad Jack last saturday. first time having dinner there. the food is quite nice and is reasonably priced too. will definitely go back there again some other day. btw jiahui has a new bf la! so happy for her. girl, i wish you happiness always ya.


both of them are my grandfathers, but they are totally different. different in terms of how they are living their life now and also their outlooks of life. one is ignorant about the situation at home. not a single worries about financial issues as there will always be his children and grandchildren who will always be there for him. as for the other one, hes not as lucky ba. hes always worrying about whether he will have enough money to pay the old folks home or whether his children will visit him not. as i sit on the sofa and hear him ranting away in cantonese, i could only make out the words 'rubbish' and 'money' and 'die'. each time i see the tears rolling downhis cheeks, my heart just shatters to pieces. and its like a chain effect, after he cries, my mum will start crying and i will start tearing too. whatever my mum or aunt does is just not enough to please him. i guess he just wants somebody to hear him complain. thats all hes asking for. he complains about the tasteless food that they serve him everyday, the staff who comes to his room and 'steal' his stuff, and that everyday hes just lying on bed waiting to die. just what is it like to be waiting to die everyday? will loneliness and lack of money really drive you to desperation when you're old? what if my parents start saying the same things to me next time? will i be able to cope all of these problems?

is there anything i can do to make him smile again?







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zhiying
you won't be interested in the rest

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go on a holiday
a job that i like
blackberry
me to you bear
friends forever
parents to stop worying
to be happy once again


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