Can't have it all.
HAPPY CHINESE "NIU" YEAR!
It's been weeks since i last blogged.
So, a BIG Hello to all who's actually reading this, :DD *waves*
This CNY felt different.
I think losing a love one does make a person lose a part of themselves,
it no longer hold the "merrily" ever after atmosphere we used to have; where "long distant" relatives and it-almost-seem-like-they-know-you friends' of family come with mandarin oranges, and offer smiles that almost laugh.
Instead, we enjoy a time of our own. A day (in fact, two days) of family-only time.
I can't help but smile when/how
Grandpa turns into excite mode when he talks about Blackie's cockroach adventures.
Brother tries his best to put on his 'poker' face during a game of Blackjack which was totally unnecessary since there's a double-agent little cousin with a non-poker face sitting right next to him. Busted!
Granny asks me for angpows instead after seeing that it was I, who gave her the oranges. LOL.
Jinjin screams when she faced the hijack of bees but bravely fights back to close the windows on them when she weighed it against the thought of having to clean up after that. -.-
Nia gets all suspicious about Dad not bathing because she'd never seen him enter the kitchen.
Uncle stays firm in his claim about my cousin resembling Huang Jing Lun.
Dad actually bathes. *throws confetti*
Cousin does her signature laugh and creates such controversy over her abalone joke.
Aunt attempts to squash us to match the cushions just because we'd seized her tv-spot.
Cousin* gets all excited about the nun and the bus-driver joke.
Uncle* dances and makes up nonsensical phrases while performing a magic trick just to divert our attention.
Cousin* writes out his password stealthily on paper, but his words are so big that it filled the A4 sheet. LMAO, talk about secrecy.
Blackie chews on my arm even if it hurts like hell.
* = referring to a different person in question with only the same label in name.
Okay, the list goes on.. I'm getting tired.
Anyway, i'm really glad that we all stayed pretty much the same after so many years.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time coming but i'm still paranoid about turning 20 soon. That suck so bad! ):
On an end note, it's comforting to know that Grandma hadn't really left.
a part of her still lingers and imprints itself within our hearts.
i could still picture her seated next to the kitchen table, smiling;
calling our names and matching them with her standard profanities to stop kissing faces with the computers and actually get down for lunch;
seated at her room, sewing kit in hand, making us our very own pajamas.
She's still here, where she belong, with us.
And that's enough for us to move on.
P.S. I miss her new year cookies though. D:
It's been weeks since i last blogged.
So, a BIG Hello to all who's actually reading this, :DD *waves*
This CNY felt different.
I think losing a love one does make a person lose a part of themselves,
it no longer hold the "merrily" ever after atmosphere we used to have; where "long distant" relatives and it-almost-seem-like-they-know-you friends' of family come with mandarin oranges, and offer smiles that almost laugh.
Instead, we enjoy a time of our own. A day (in fact, two days) of family-only time.
I can't help but smile when/how
Grandpa turns into excite mode when he talks about Blackie's cockroach adventures.
Brother tries his best to put on his 'poker' face during a game of Blackjack which was totally unnecessary since there's a double-agent little cousin with a non-poker face sitting right next to him. Busted!
Granny asks me for angpows instead after seeing that it was I, who gave her the oranges. LOL.
Jinjin screams when she faced the hijack of bees but bravely fights back to close the windows on them when she weighed it against the thought of having to clean up after that. -.-
Nia gets all suspicious about Dad not bathing because she'd never seen him enter the kitchen.
Uncle stays firm in his claim about my cousin resembling Huang Jing Lun.
Dad actually bathes. *throws confetti*
Cousin does her signature laugh and creates such controversy over her abalone joke.
Aunt attempts to squash us to match the cushions just because we'd seized her tv-spot.
Cousin* gets all excited about the nun and the bus-driver joke.
Uncle* dances and makes up nonsensical phrases while performing a magic trick just to divert our attention.
Cousin* writes out his password stealthily on paper, but his words are so big that it filled the A4 sheet. LMAO, talk about secrecy.
Blackie chews on my arm even if it hurts like hell.
* = referring to a different person in question with only the same label in name.
Okay, the list goes on.. I'm getting tired.
Anyway, i'm really glad that we all stayed pretty much the same after so many years.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time coming but i'm still paranoid about turning 20 soon. That suck so bad! ):
On an end note, it's comforting to know that Grandma hadn't really left.
a part of her still lingers and imprints itself within our hearts.
i could still picture her seated next to the kitchen table, smiling;
calling our names and matching them with her standard profanities to stop kissing faces with the computers and actually get down for lunch;
seated at her room, sewing kit in hand, making us our very own pajamas.
She's still here, where she belong, with us.
And that's enough for us to move on.
P.S. I miss her new year cookies though. D: