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January 11, 2005

tomorrow’s dawn

There’s something I would like to announce that would change the course of many young inquisitive pretty girls out there …

I initially thought of keeping the news a secret, but because I am so attached to my blog like that, and couldn’t contain my elation about it, I decided to share the joy to the world.

I would like to announce that, Emily and I have upgraded our love to a brand new level…

We’ve been bestowed with a gift. Of flesh, blood and DNA. Yes, there’s a kid inside Emily’s womb now, feeding on her placenta. (and I’m amazed that my reproductive system actually worked !) Wheeeee !

We only discovered that during Emily’s ail-stricken days a couple weeks ago. The doctor insisted her to take a pregnancy test when her taiyeema (a Cantonese slang for PMS) didn’t flush out on time. And that’s how we found out she’s knocked up.

Well, the child is now only 4 – 5 weeks old (still swimming), and was too tiny to be seen yet. The next checkup is 2 more weeks away, and we’ll only be getting a full glimpse on how he/she’s doing by then. Hope everything’s fine. *fingers crossed*

So there you have it. Me getting a level up. Promoted to CEO. Leaving behind my cocoon of adolescence and start to embrace the dark force mob of paternity. It’s the beginning of the next chapter of my life.

I promise to the world, if I were to be given a healthy baby (boy or girl, doesn’t matter), I will ensure that he/she doesn’t :

– glide around with a pair of heely shoes.
– scamper and yell like a lunatic inside a hospital ward.
– wail like no tomorrow inside a cinema
– pull a girl’s hair/skirt (if he’s a boy)
– pull a boy’s kukucheow (if she’s a girl)
– study in the same university that Panda went.
– bite my neighbor’s annoying daughter too hard

So much to think. So much anticipation. So much questions. So nervous.

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January 8, 2005

get well soon

Emily has been discharged today. Thanks for being a friend. Really appreciated that.

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December 20, 2004

shock

This is super kanineh shocking. My mom just told me that her paternal grandmother was a Vietnamese… … …
Which means … I am 1/8th Vietnamese myself… coupled with my another 1/8th Siamese (my father’s maternal grandfather was a Siamese), basically that means, 1/4th of me isn’t actually Chinese.

This is so unbelievable.

What next? Another 1/8th of me is Negro ? Hmmmm… perhaps that explains my colossal prick…(though I don’t remember seeing any black people in our old family photo collection).

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May 20, 2004

reunited

The death of my paternal grandfather a year ago had caused great pain and sorrow to my grandmother. For the first time in her life, she was left all alone by herself. Then… as if it was not bad enough, her favorite son (my father…) passed away 5 months later… and she went into deep depression ever since. So deep… that she could not even remember what she had eaten on the same day. Her memory was limited to only remembering the people she loves… (I am grateful that I was one of them)

She had insomnia everyday… isolated herself, refused to talk to anyone, almost to the brink of losing her mind. It was suffering that words can’t describe…

Yesterday, she decided to leave us for good. She ended her suffering after going into a deep sleep… to reunite with both my father and my grandfather in afterlife.

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March 21, 2004

an evening with grandpa

I was asked by my mom to bring grandpa for dinner last Friday. Not a problem for me as I was quite free that night so, I happily obliged.

We (Emily and I) decided to buy him to something nice. But before that, I had to get past the first obstacle when dealing with my senile grandfather – to convince the old man that I am not some crook trying to abduct him. You see, he’s already 90. He has some serious hearing problems and he couldn’t remember how many kids he has, let alone grandkids. So, you can imagine how it was for me.

Grandpa : *smile*

Me : “HI GRANDPA. IT’S ME… MICHAEL” [I had to speak very very loud because of his hearing problem]

Grandpa : “WHAT?” [He is loud because he could hardly hear himself talking]

Me : “IT’S ME… MICHAEL. I WILL BE IN CHARGE OF YOUR DINNER TONIGHT. I BOUGHT YOU SOMETHING NICE.” *wink*

Grandpa : “OH… YOU BROUGHT ME DINNER. HOW NICE OF YOU, whoever you are.”

Me : “YEAH. MOM HAD A FALL AND HURT HERSELF PRETTY BAD ON THE CHIN. SHE COULDN’T COME TONIGHT SO SHE SENT ME” *smile*

Grandpa : “YOUR MOM… DO I KNOW YOUR MOM?”

Me : “MY MOM IS YOUR DAUGHTER, GRANDPA. HER NAME’S KAREN.”

Grandpa : “OH MY, IS SHE OK? WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Me : “SHE’S FINE. JUST A SMALL BRUISE AND NOW RECUPERATING AT MY SISTER’S HOME”

Grandpa : “SHE’S AT HOME?”

Me : “NO, MY SISTER’S HOME”

Grandpa :”WHERE IS THAT PLACE?”

Me : “JUST A FEW STREETS AWAY, RIGHT OVER THERE, REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : “OH YEAH I REMEMBER. SO, YOUR MOM’S FINE?”

Me : “YES, SHE IS. SHE JUST WANTED TO STAY OVER FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN SHE’LL BE BACK TO MY PLACE.”

Grandpa : “AND WHERE DO YOU LIVE?”

Me : “I LIVE IN [location], DO YOU REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : *puzzled look*

Me : “THE PLACE NEAR THE UNIVERSITY, REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : “OHH, THAT NEW APARTMENT. I REMEMBER NOW. SO, YOU MUST BE KAREN’S SON?”

Me : “THAT’S WHAT I TOLD YOU, GRANDPA. YES I AM.” *wink*

Grandpa : *smacks head* “AHAKS! FORGIVE ME, AS I AM A VERY OLD MAN NOW… MY MEMORY IS FAILING. I MAY EVEN HAVE A BRAIN DAMAGE, HAHAHHH”

Me : “YOU’RE JUST FINE, GRANDPA. AT LEAST YOU REMEMBER ME NOW, RIGHT?”

Grandpa : “HAHAH, AND WOW, YOU’VE GROWN UP TO SUCH A GOOD LOOKING MAN NOW. THAT’S WHY I CAN’T RECOGNIZE YOU…” [note: I did not make this up]

Me : “NAAAAW GRANDPA, I ALWAYS LOOKED GOOD, HAHAH”

Grandpa : “HAHAH RIGHT RIGHT. SO WHERE’S YOUR MOM?”

Me : *feet in the air*

The process would repeat for countless of cycles. And I had to answer him the same thing over and over again.

But then, ironically, my grandfather isn’t as forgetful as he always claimed to be. I think he’s just feigning it. You know why? It’s because after our dinner, he started to tell us stories about his heydays… about how he endured his hardship when he was at my age. Bla bla bla. And those events took place like, over 60 years ago… If you ask me, I would say that old dude has a better memory than I do.

Anyway, that Friday night’s experience was a pleasant one. And I am glad that my grandfather enjoyed the evening telling us stories.

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