The past 2 Saturdays have made me teared.
Not the break down kind of crying but just teared because many things or rather, people made me felt touched and emotional.
Last Saturday evening, I went out with my Ganma and her family to celebrate my godbrother's birthday.
And throughout, many small incidences made me realised once again how much they love me.
Simple acts like just holding my hand when crossing the road, or just by taking food for me when I could have took it myself made me felt touched.
I must have said this many times, but really, even though we are not blood related, going to their home makes me feel home and I feel like I belong there too.
My grandfather was hospitalised on Friday, and I went to visit him yesterday.
When I saw how frail and pale he looked in those oversized hospital wear,
I just teared because it was heart wrenching to see him like that.
And when he couldn't recognise me and mistook me for my youngest aunt (he suffers from senile dementia),
I regret not having to be able to visit him more often.
You know, when someone you knew all your life couldn't recognise you anymore,
it felt like a part of you emptied, as if the link between you and the other person was gone.
Well, I only have myself to blame.
2011 is definitely not a good year for me.
Many unhappy stuffs and obstacles have been recurring.
My aunt is right, life wouldn't be as exciting if it isn't filled up with such troubling matters that tries to mess up your life.
The best way is to put up a good fight and win.
Nothing can take me down, right?
Nothing can take you down either.
To you, you and you who's struggling with whatever hurdles you meet in life,
you know that 10 years later when you look back, this obstacle won't seem as tough as it is now.
And, I'm always 8 numbers away. (:
