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`HELLO... Cheerio
Saturday, February 13, 2010

after 18 years of reunion dinner,
today,
is the first time,
without my aunt,
with mum and dad preparing it fully
and, without a maid.
not that the maid part does matter, but while eating, i had a weird feeling. like something, someone, was missing. and i clearly knew that it was aunt ( maybe a little of having a maid?). i remembered how much i thought she was troublesome, in the way and everything. but i start to miss her. i start to miss her presence, i start to miss how she'd send me to the bus stop everyday, i start to miss her creeping into my room every night. i start to miss her keeping food for me, i start to miss how i'd complain to her about stuff. i start to miss her encouragements and i start to miss saying hello to her every time i step into the house. most importantly, i miss her, herself, her being. there're so many regrets, that i dare not think. regret not taking a photo with her when uncle offered, regret not visiting her before her death due to mid years, regret not giving her more to eat, regret not spreading the gospel to her, regret not treating her better, regret not thanking her, regret not spending more time with her. there are so much so much more. as the saying goes " we only learn to treasure after losing it" and i cant agree more with the statement. oh well.. all i can do now is to study hard and do her proud like how she has always wanted me to. and, i will.

on a lighter note, today is the FIRST day since school started that i can wake up as late as i want, sleeping to my heart's contend. when i was younger, i used to think staying at home is such a bore. but now, staying at home is like a rare opportunity i won't want to miss. studies still have to go on despite the festive season, that, i know. but, the thought of being able to stay home, with my whole family, is sufficient for me even if my head is stuck in my books. perhaps it'd be even better if aunt was around still..

last but not least, happy chinese new year and happy valentine's day. =D

7:49 PM

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