In the name of Christmas

The year has been quite a ride. All the tears and laughter. I feel down most of the time. Usually when I'm alone. Thank God for my family and my girlies, they've made life less over-bearing. I 'm not sure what I'm trying to get at here. I'm feeling nostalgic. I miss alotta old routines. But inevitable that things change. Life goes on. No matter how hard I've tried to adapt. It's still hard. But thank God for the selected few who are close to heart. I don't want to die for them. I want to kill for them. I want to be there whenever they need me. Like how I need them. Inspire them, like how they've inspired me. This overwhelming love for these few is unspeakable. Not because it's hard. Saying them makes it sounds frivalous. But I'd say it anyway. So they know. And when the time comes, I'll prove it. I hope I have. And I'll never stop. I love all of you. Those dear to my hearts. You know who you are. I believe I've made it very clear. I've come to yet another turning point in my life. Nothing is predictable anymore. I'm not really on guard. And it scares me. Yet the adrenaline makes up for the strength to help me move on. To help myself, and help others. Merry Christmas to my favourite family, my favourite girls & boys. Merry Christmas to new friendships. Merry Christmas to Grandma. Marry Christmas to friends who've helped. Merry Christmas to my one and only. Merry Christmas to new beginnings. Merry Christmas to memories. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Sick Puppies - All The Same

I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly

I don't care no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually
What you'll do

I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long as you're here

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
And in between it always seems too long
All of a sudden

And I have the skill, yeah I have the will
To breathe you in while I can
However long you stay
Is all that I am

I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long as you're here

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's always the same

Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes
It's all the same

In my life
The compromise
I close my eyes
It's all the same

Go ahead say it you're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

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Within this song, I feel like I'm more of the second-person.

So if I take you for who you are, will you take me for everything?

I'm hoping...

I think I'm just tired...

In the light of the sun
Is there anyone...ohh it has begun
Oh dear you look so lost
Eyes are red and tears are shed
This world you must have crossed you said

You don't know me
You don't even care
Oooh yea
And she said you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains
Oooh yea

Essential yet appealed
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field
When the flowers gaze at you
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you
You said you don't know me, and you don't even care
Oooh yea
Seh said you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains
Oooh yea

She said I think I'm going to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start over
No one knows my name
I'll get out of California
I'm tired of of the weather
I think I'll get a lover
I'll fly them out to Spain

I think I'll go to Boston
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind
I think I need a sun rise
I'm tired of the sunset
Here it's nice in the summer
Some snow would be nice
Oooh yea

You don't know me
You don't even care
Oooh yea

In Boston, no one knows my name
Yeaaa
No one knows my name
No one knows my name

In Boston no one knows my name

Augustana - Boston

Bambie

She did it. She's got her head shaved. She gave up part of our humane identity, our hair, to give hope to children with cancer.

Everytime I think about it I feel this overwhelming admiration for Bambie. So much so that I could cry. Tears for her courage. Tears for her generous warming heart. Tears for myself, for I'm ashamed to even think that I'm scared to do what she did.

No gifts in the world can compare to the gift she has given to the kids who needs it; hope.

SIMS 2

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead man's chest was one helluva long movie! And I got a little confused coming to the end. That's when I was told that there'll be a part three. Yay!

Seeing Johnny Depp in his essentric role as Jack Sparrow makes me wanna see Edward's scissors hands again. Saw it once when I was a child, I couldn't remember much except for this white face, messy jet black hair, and of course his scissors hands.

Hoodwinked was a good laugh too. It's rated G but somehow it feels like it's more for adults. There's just some things that I don't think a 5 year old will understand. Maybe except for a kid like Isabelle. Quoting Ruth, "She's five, going forty."

Isabelle thinks her dad is a 'forcer', because she wanted to eat something, but her dad said no and gave her something else instead. She told her nani that she went to the Night Safari and saw men in underwears. FYI, these men were some tribal dance performers. It could've got her nani wondering where in the world did we bring this kid. Isabelle also got annoyed with the hostess of the Creatures of the night show. She said, "Why is she talking to us like we're children?"

She is also the kid-DO, who told her Aunty Ruth, while holding Ruth's face & said matter-of-factly, "Aunty Ruth, you're very pretty you know, but why no men want?"

I was very amused/amazed with this kid. Still am in fact. I don't think I'd ever stop being amused/amazed. I love how straight-up she is, no baits. But I'm not sure if I can deal if I have a kid like Isabelle. I mean, where is the innocence of a child?! Wait a minute, what am I saying, she IS innocent!

We should be ashamed of ourselves. By 'we' I meant, US, ADULTS. Tsk tsk tsk.

I was SIM-ING full time the last weekend. Except for the periodically disruptions from my sisters. Only, the disruptions didn't last any longer than 2 periods of 45 minutes. I'm still boss.

Okay it's Monday, and both my bosses are on their way outta town, and I'm bored. I'm getting out of work in about 1 hours time. I CAN'T WAIT.

Did I mention I only have $10 left for the next 2 days till I get paid. My poorest record.

Johnny Cash - Ring Of Fire

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a firery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
And the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like our’s meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down
And the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I’m had nasi pandang for lunch; big chicken drumstick, fried egg, vegetables (only touched a third of it), fishball soup. Then the 3 of us (me, M.Lady & Sheils) headed for Cedele for dessert. We shared a pavlova & a slice of cake (can’t remember what cake), not chocolate cake, cos I only had a few bites.

I’m so full!

Then I had a slice of cheesecake from Hilton’s for tea, cos it’s a colleague’s birthday.

Now I’m stuffed.

I wonder if I’ll eat somemore if someone shoves Boon Tong Kee’s chicken rice in my face…

Weekend was nice. Cuzzie’s couzin’s friend from South Africa was in town for vacation for a couple of days.

We brought him for lunch at Pasta Fresca cos he missed Italian food. According to Quint, spags in China, is like cooked instant noodles & tomato sauce slapped over it. FYI, he’s been working in China for the past 1 year.

The girls brought him out to party that night. I couldn’t go cos I was broke. Didn’t exactly feel like partying anyway. I’m getting old…

Saturday was the day, I had Boon Tong Kee’s chicken. Of course we couldn’t leave Quint out of the experience so we packed it back for him back at M.Lady’s (where he’e been putting up) & he loves it!

That Saturday night we brought him to the Night Safari (winner of many Tourism awards http://www.nightsafari.com.sg/about/awards.htm) before we sent him off for his flight to Zimbabwe at 0215hours, which was delayed for 4 hours, which apparently was no surprise. Delay for flights to & fro Zimbabwe was almost expected. Record delay so far is 38 hours. 4 hours according to Quint, is nothing.

Quint’s been great. He’s open-minded & he’s got so much to share with his travelling experience. It was a little sad he had to go so soon. Oh he’ll be back for the chilli crabs.

Met up with the girlies for MOS Burger at Bugis. I was hoping to have chicken rice for dinner again, but the girlies refused. They think it’s bad for me & they’re controlling my obsession for chicken rice. I ended up with a chicken rice burger anyway. Next time I’m getting a Tsukune Rice Burger; never. I’d rather pay more for sushi than eat that salty, chickeny shit again.

Peach made a photo montage album for Rex. The girl’s so creative, she should’ve kept that album as part of her portfolio. Prissy left early to go meet Earnie. So Peach, Bambie, Wend & I launched into mini games of Ting Xie (Chinese Spelling) and Zhao Ju (Sentence Construction).

It amazes me how I know how to write Chinese. Thousands of different Chinese characters and there we were, whipping the strikes & the strokes, messing them all up of course. After leaving school who gives a shit about writing Chinese anyway.

It was a nice Monday blue.

Breather

Sigh... finally... I'm slacking. For now.

Saw Rock Star Supernova last night. I don't know why I didn't bother with Rock Star INXS before.

Saw Re-Cycle also. First Chinese movie in a loooong time. It was freaky, at first. Then it got to a point when it got dreadful, then it became hilarious. *Spoilers ahead, highlight to see*

It's about this female novelist, starting on her new fiction novel, based on the supernatural. As she writes her first few sentences, describing her female character (tall, weird height, long hair), she ran outta inspiration & stopped, & then realized that her character had came to life, haunting her like a splitting shadow in her own home. Whenever her phone rang, she hears low moaning within the noisey static on the other end of the line, and then, sounding like a electronic toy doll, "ma-ma..".

And to confirm her theory that she's not just being an imaginative psycho, she continues to write (inspiration coming from the scares she's been getting from the constant shadow swishing & swooshing behind her & the bad reception phone calls). How she figured her character came to life, was when she found strands of hair, much longer than hers in her house, beside the kitchen sink & in the shower, where the shower tap was turned on, on it's own.

She wrote "She enters the lift & pressed for the 10th floor. The lift stopped at 7th, & the door opens."

She went out of her house to take the lift down, from the 10th floor. The lift descended, & stopped at 7th. The lift opened, she stepped aside, expecting someone to hop on board, but there was only the long dark stretch of the corridor. She pressed for the lift door to close, but the door opened halfway, as if there was something in between the lift door to keep it open when it tries to close.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a child & her granny appeared, they got on board, the lift continued down to the ground floor, she got out, and then she heard the granny called out to her grandchild whose skipped out of the lift already, "Come back... it's not our floor... there is still one more level down..." The kid skipped back, and they sank, into the lift.

She freaked, and ran out of the building, only, to discovered that the familiar street has turned into a war zone. Buildings are rustic & coming apart. Suddenly, a body falls from above infront of her. The next few seconds, tons of bodies fell, from either the building, or from the sky (pfff). The bodies laid down, twitching, writhing, and then they got up & started to chase her. That was when she saw her female character she created for her story. Long hair, slender & tall which kinda makes her look werid, pointing a finger & floating towards her.

She ran. Of course. Ended up in a huge land, or ruins. Met an old man (yes a human being) who told her that this is the World of the Abandoned. Everything that's abandoned will end up in that world. Anything from toys, aborted babies, ideas; ideas you created & scrapped, which explains the faceless character chasing the author if you didn't get it by now.

If this movie sounded promising so far, I would totally agree. Untill the second part.

So to cut the story short, the author has to make her way out of this space. Met this kid, who helped guided the author through moshpits of zombies & dead babies (well they're not exactly dead, they're just reincarnated in a way, in this junky world), who at the end of the journey, she reveals that she's the author's daughter, whom she aborted 8 years ago.

They've bonded through the journey, and of course, she couldn't possibly leave her daughter. But the kid couldn't go with her mom, not out of this world because she is, techinically, dead.

So here's the dreadful part. Suddenly, thaousands of zombies started to fall off the sky again, and for some reason they're going for the author. As they got closer, the zombies halted, as if time came to a stand still, and they started to dissipate.

Computer work comes into play here. Pixels of the zombies are dissipating and, it took almost 3 minutes to dissipate them all. I know it's alotta zombies. But comon. Weren't techonogy there to speed things up?! The author starts to get sucked into a ball of dissipated zombies, and that took another 3 minutes. Imagine, 3 minutes of watching something dissipate. I started laughing. I mean, come on already!!!

So back to the story. The author goes back to the real world, waking up with a start on her bed, sweating and all. And here, I cursed that it better not end as if it's all a dream. That would've been such a cheap shot! So she woke up and heard something swooshed past behind her. She walked out of her bedroom into her living room, before she saw anything, she heard a voice, her own voice, talking to someone on the phone, to Sandy, her friend.

"Sandy ah, I decided not to write on the supernatural story, I figured there's too much of me in the story, too personal... so I scrapped it, and I'm writing a sequel to that romance novel..."

She came face to face with herself, both got a shock, of course, and the phone starting ringing, and the voice machine picked up, and they hear static at the other end of the line. The End.

Yeap. That was the end. Get it?

Random Thoughts

over the past 1 month...

I didn't realize how stubbon I was (am). I had this bad stitch-like pain, like I sprained my side, so bad I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I stood as still as I could, tried to walk back from the bathroom to the bedroom as fast as I could (5cm step every 5mins) for almost 15 mins. I took about another 10 mins to get dressed, & finally, agonizing for the longest time, settled onto the bed, about half an hour plus later. The first 3 mins (and therafter) that I was in pain, Puppy offerred me pain killers, I refused to take, because first of all, I detest taking pills, & second of all, I thought it'd go away soon enough. Usually, when this happens, it only lasts no more then 2 mins (or so I thought...)

And he said, "You're THIS stubbon ah..." I was still in pain when I finally settled onto the bed. I still didn't take the pain killers.

G's going out with a man 7 years her senior, & I don't like it, & she knows it. Had a big argument about it. I still don't like it. I don't understand why can't she just date boys her age. She can wait another 10 years & she can date whoever she wants. Well, this I'm not sure, but now, I just don't feel she's in safe hands. Given, that I don't know him, & who the hell is he for me to know anyway. He's seeing my sister, if anything, he should know ME. And from the way I see it, I'm not impressed.

I don't know if they're still seeing each other. I haven't said a word about since that night's argument. I just pray that she knows what she's doing. I'd break his limbs if he tries anything stupid.

Been having this dull headache. My ankle felt sprained, I can't even remember if I sprained it. I've got a bruise on my left hand, I don't know where I knocked into. My appetite seems to be getting bad. I don't seem to crave for anything for the past 2 weeks. Once or twice I've craved for chicken rice (in these past 2 weeks). I had cereals for dinner. Went running last Friday (I think) after months of not exercising. Haven't been sleeping fine for the past 5 days. Had a good sleep last night (finally), but I'm sitting here feeling sleepy. Oh I had the best coffee (it's bitter sourish with a tinge of gold sugaring) at Pasta Fresca @ Boat Quay at lunch yesterday. For the first time coffee kept me awake. I was energized. I should've asked what coffee it was.

World Cup is almost over. And I've been tempted to bet. Tested my gut feelings on a few matches, they don't seem quite accurate.

I'm tired of being involved. My memory is failing me.

Current read: Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes, courtesy of M.Lady. I'm not done. I just started. So I can't say much, but it's a must read. Makes my hair stands...

When she loves you...

When a GIRL is quiet, Millions of things are running in her mind.

When a GIRL is not arguing, She is thinking deeply.

When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions, She is wondering how long you will be around.

When a GIRL answers "I'm fine" after a few seconds, She is not at all fine.

When a GIRL stares at you, She is wondering why you are lying.

When a GIRL lays on your chest, She is wishing for you to be hers forever.

When a GIRL wants to see you everyday, She wants to be pampered.

When a GIRL says I love you, She means it.

When a GIRL says "I miss you", No one in this world can miss you more than that.

Concerned Artist

Concerned Artist

Lifehouse - Hanging by the moment

Desperate for changing
Starving for the truth
I'm closer to where I started
I'm chasing you

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here untill you make me move
I'm hanging by the moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here untill you make me move
I'm hanging by the moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by the moment here with you

There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else

Desperate for changing
Starving for the truth
I'm closer to where I started
I'm chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here untill you make me move
I'm hanging by the moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by the moment here with you

Just hanging by a moment
Just hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment here with you

Lifehouse - Everything

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place
Where I find peace
Again

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the life
To my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You steal my heart
And you take my breath away
Would you take me in
Would you take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could ot be
Any better then this

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything, everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better then this

Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this...

Hostel

It is that sick, twisted idea that's been disturbing me since Labour Day.

It is the idea of paying a good sum of money, to torture horny, careless victims to death.

... to death.

Quentin Tarantino is the first to make me feel sick to my stomach after watching a movie.

I'm not sure if my headache, throbbing on the right side of my lower head, to this cramp on my neck, to my aching shoulder is the aftermath of an extremely distressful thought, which I have to make an extra effort to keep my mind off of.

Dear Lord... their screams...

Nostalgia

Been thinking about alot of things these few days...

Things that used to be so familiar....

It's funny how you miss things that you've become used to, that no longer is a routine.

I'm used to having my sisters and mom always around (to go home to), getting on my nerves alot of the time. But at the same time I know I'd risk my life to protect them in a heart beat. Now I'm over at pup's alot. Sister G & S kinda have their own things going on. Mom & Dad are like best friends now and I'm not talking to Dad, which kinda puts me off going home as often as I want to (for mom).

I'm used to making annual trips to Seremban for long holidays, visit Grams and Grandpa, have a hell lotta fun with my cousins. Now I've got work commitments, I only get to go visit them over weekends when I can afford to, cousins are all grown up, we're still close, but it's different as when we were young where we'd be literally be running about alot. Grams no longer around & I wonder how Grandpa's doing.

Things that used to upset me...

Fights mom and dad had, puppy's past relationships....

I'm not sure what exactly triggered me off... Menstration would be a cliche excuse...

Perhaps it was after the talk with Angel about this recent course she went through. One of the excercise was to unleashed past unhappiness. I'm assuming from these certain unhappiness were events where you would do something about it, but you couldn't back then because of certain consequences you were aware of.

I told Angel it's not an easy thing to do, she said it's not, but if you put yourself into that state, you will remember.

I challenged myself and tried at the moment (silly of me), but I couldn't really remember anything in precise. I'm aware. But I can't remember no matter how hard I tried.

Throughout the day, I thought about it. Wasn't sure if I did it out of challenging myself, or I just subconciously want to remember. And truely, they all came seeping back. All the disappointment (with myself), the sadness, expecially anger.

Strangely, most of it, were the past involving me and pups. It has only been 2 years plus, and thinking about our past seemed like so long ago. I started to feel sick thinking about how upset I was with the things he had said and done. I couldn't seem to stop. The more I thought, the angerier I got. I should've been over it. And I'm not sure whether I want to be angry, or really, it's just PMS.

And if I wanted to be angry, why? I would think by now, whatever's got me upset before, I would have been over it by now. But I guess, it's not about whether I've gotten over it or not. It's over when you stopped thinking about it. But somewhere along life, circumstances triggers a certain hurt. A scar which will never go away.

I think that's what it is. I've been scarred. That's all.

I remember how I always get choked with emotions. Whether I'm happy, or sad, or angry. I didn't know how to express them right.

I remember when my aunt died in a gas explosion (dad's younger sister). I was 13, and while I understood death, I was aware that there was a slight tinge of sadness because I know I will never see her again, but I'm not devastated, like how dad expected me to be. Why would he? Well basically, he had put it to my head that, when someone in the family dies, you should be devastated.

I remember feeling weird about it when he said that. A sort of anger. I couldn't explain it back then. But I understand now what it was.

I was angry because I know what I feel. I don't have to be told what to feel. I was sad, yes. But I was not close to her, enough to wail. But because I couldn't access this back then, I thought it was wrong not to feel that sense of pain of loss. So I forced myself to feel the pain and loss, and I cried, like I lost someone close, it was all made up in my head. She was a nice person, but I didn't know her. I didn't know what she did, what's her favourite color, her favorite food, where she lived. The hell was I crying for?!

Because of how I was restrained from thinking what I want to think, I stopped talking. At one point of time I stopped thinking and became stupid. Really. I don't know if it's laziness, or rejection. I was given the impression that I think rubbish. It's almost as if whatever I say, or thought, is wrong. Mom & Dad didn't do as much as restraining my thoughts and ideas as school did.

Singapore has the most efficient, most stupid education system ever. Those who rebelled during school grew up smarter/wittier than most PSLE or 'O' Level qualifiers. They grew up NORMAL.

Even at this age, I'm still struggling to talk properly. I think I've been doing fine. Once in awhile I go gibberish still.

Oh well.

I've been asked to go for an interview for docent volunteering. I'm having this mix feelings. I'm excited, and a little apprehensive about it because if I could go straight for zookeeping (volunteer), I wouldn't wanna waste my time with the docent volunteering. There's nothing official about the zookeeping, but I'm hoping this docent volunteering is just a milestone.

I'm excited. For now.

Tagged

1. Tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. To mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments.

The Perfect Lover
1. Sexual
2. Adventurous
3. Witty/Funny/Smart
4. Confident
5. Hot/Charming
7. Tall
8. Brunettes prefered. Blondes may apply.

Sex of Target
Male, Female.

Tagged Victims
Whoever sees this post.
Don't try to get away now.
God is watching.
And Satan is waiting.

Brokeback Mountain

I'm in love with Heath Ledger... and I'm looking at Jake Gyllenhaal different since.

Something in me shifted... no... more like... ressurected...?

Been feeling rather nostalgic since I saw the movie.

This nostagia is as bitter-sweet as it's supposed to be. It seems to get stronger everyday. Yearning to fantasize like how I did before(?) But of course, it was not all fantasy. Part of it were influenced by reality; Granted, I was immature then. But these intensity of emotions were real.

I can't seem to put them anymore into words...

I can't stop thinking about Brokeback Mountain...

Shallow-nessly Immature

Alot's been going through my head with regards to this post's title. I'm affected a great deal yes. Disspointed, angry, even betrayed perhaps (of trust/faith). But life goes on. I can't really say much. I'm not sure where to start. I'm not exactly over it.

Year 2006

Too much of shits been going on since the last time I blogged. I'm not sure if I can remember them all. Or even want to.

Grams gone to heaven. It is a tremendous loss to all of us - the grandchildren, the daughters, and the in-laws, especially Grandpa. I've never seen Mom break down like that as we all took one last look and said our last goodbyes to Grams. Seeing Mom broke down like that breaks me and I couldn't bear to look at her; I felt like I was gonna lose control of myself, and I can't let it happen.

Granpa's been holding out, till the day the casket had to be brought out to church; he cried. I felt his pain and I started to welled up again. I hate crying. It makes my eyes swell.

I miss Grandma. I miss her presence. I only see her on average twice a year. But it's always been comforting knowing she's still there, waiting for us to come visit and never fail to welcome us with a smile.

Yes. That smile. I never realized she's almost always smiling. Untill a friend of hers, a pastor, who was giving her memorial speech, mentioned how Grams is always smiling. Another male pastor, a friend of Grams too, said how Grams would always be calling to him loudly. And smiling.

It's a huge comfort to us all that she's going to Heaven. But at the same time I can't help be pissed that she has to go dying of stomach cancer, at 68. I'd always thought she'd die of old age.

Grams was the most generous, loudest and simply the most beautiful soul I have ever known my whole life. She is respected and loved by many. I hope she is happy where she is right now, and I pray I'll see her again.

A couple of weeks after, it was Christmas. We all gathered at Grandpa's, celebrated Christmas like how we do it almost every year. I went to Church (in a LONG time) with my aunts and cousins. Mom cooked a great deal of dishes. The cousins barbequed. It was one of best Christmas. There were more presents this year.

I love my cousins. They're just so funny, so full of crap, and so real.

Then it was new year. I made a silent resolution not to be late for work ever again. It may seemed a little far fetched for me, but I'm trying. I really am. And with the new year, I've decided to commit to this job. So I'm gonna have to talk to B.Boss soon.

Puppy and I have been going on stronger than before. I don't wanna say much. There's always the little tiffs. I love him with all my heart and soul and I'm scared to imagine what life would be without him.

I am also grateful to alot of people whom I've crossed paths with, and some, still walking down the same path with me. Each and everyone of these few favourites has inspired every inch of my being, keeping me optimistic about life.

I'm glad Mom's happy. I'm glad my sisters are growing up well and doing the things they like doing.

I don't show love the way others would like to see it. Sometimes I just don't know how. But by the little gestures, I hope they know, that I have them in my heart and mind.

Happy New Year everyone.

Happy New Year Gramma.