is this so hard to believe
Still exhausted. Nothing like getting 5 hours of sleep because I forgot we had Ong's death party today. And yeah, I did say death party. Gotta love how we celebrate the 3rd anniversary of the death of my grandfather with food, though. For those of you playing at home, no this isn't the actually proper anniversary since my granny likes to follow the lunar calander, which is all kinds of odd and fucked up.
Not so much love is the fact I had to help Lily and Ethan do the whole praying shebang. Really, just fun to try to get the brattiest 2 yr old in the world to not throw around his incense sticks. I just resorted to clasping my hands over his and getting the whole ordeal over and done with. Then I got to doing my praying and nearly got the order of which altar I had to pray to first, wrong. Sleep depravation will do that to a person.
Then, food was had. Normally, my family produces mass loads of food with a wide variety of selection. I don't know what happened today but there was hardly anything to eat and not that many choices. I totally felt gipped. I at least got the shark fin soup I requested. mmmmmmmmmmmm shark fin soup. And the jam and cream sponge cake, too! Oh yeah, that was wonderful and tasty. The cake was a bit dry, but then that can't be helped since it had to be prayed for and left untouched till the incense sticks stopped burning.
And then I came home to see everyone's HBP reactions and exhaustion set in again. And I'm still here and awake. Clearly, my brain hasleaked out my ears and I can't even recognise that I need to go to sleep now or else I'll be knackered tomorrow and register for the wrong tute tomorrow morning.
Oh yes, tute registration is upon us again. I'm sure large amounts of frustration and complete and utter hatred will be mixed in with the exhaustion come tomorrow morning.
Not so much love is the fact I had to help Lily and Ethan do the whole praying shebang. Really, just fun to try to get the brattiest 2 yr old in the world to not throw around his incense sticks. I just resorted to clasping my hands over his and getting the whole ordeal over and done with. Then I got to doing my praying and nearly got the order of which altar I had to pray to first, wrong. Sleep depravation will do that to a person.
Then, food was had. Normally, my family produces mass loads of food with a wide variety of selection. I don't know what happened today but there was hardly anything to eat and not that many choices. I totally felt gipped. I at least got the shark fin soup I requested. mmmmmmmmmmmm shark fin soup. And the jam and cream sponge cake, too! Oh yeah, that was wonderful and tasty. The cake was a bit dry, but then that can't be helped since it had to be prayed for and left untouched till the incense sticks stopped burning.
And then I came home to see everyone's HBP reactions and exhaustion set in again. And I'm still here and awake. Clearly, my brain hasleaked out my ears and I can't even recognise that I need to go to sleep now or else I'll be knackered tomorrow and register for the wrong tute tomorrow morning.
Oh yes, tute registration is upon us again. I'm sure large amounts of frustration and complete and utter hatred will be mixed in with the exhaustion come tomorrow morning.