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About Me
This is YUN.
14 June 1989
Gemini
Trying her goddamn best to be optimistic about life.
okay, no. Not really. Yet.
Go see her art over here.
Her organiser's over here.
Like scriptwriting. I have to write a teaser and a trailer for Heroes. I am still stuck on what to do. Fuck.
Grandpa passed away on Saturday. Very sad occasion. Uhuh.
Somewhere right after Gramp's passing I don't know how i managed to get some severe back pains. Like as if something was hitting me real hard non stop on my back. The pain was tremendous. Almost blacked out for a few minutes during the funeral, but I managed to hold onto consiousness for a bit longer. Fainted after everything was over and after attempting to chat with Fizz that afternoon.
I did not get to kiss my grandpa goodbye.
I'll miss looking after him. Every once a year for three months grandpa and grandma and busu would stay over here and my family members would take turns looking after them. After Grandma died gramps was never the same. Always very listless. And now he's passed away and life prolly would be very different. There's only busu left; and she'll be living in our house permanently. My other relatives don't want to take care of busu so my dad volunteered to instead.
I know I always complain about looking after my gramps, but seriously; I do enjoy his company sometimes. There's many things I regret actually.
Not kissing my grandpa goodbye is one. I couldn't even bend down properly then and the pain had caused me to cry harder. No tears were allowed on the body during the funeral, tts wad mom told me. So I had to be exempted from kissing him goodbye. I prayed hard for him, though. To make up for that.
I regret ever complaining about looking after grandpa. He may be difficult to look after but he is still my gramps and I love him. Shouldn't have complained so much.
Also I should have saved all those pictures I took of him smiling at the camera during the time I took Digital Photography. All the good pictures of him and his toothy smile (=B) were deleted because I wanted to try get better pictures of him in the future. I kept procastinating and so everythin ended up like this.
So many things, regretted.
Here's one picture I managed to salvage. Gramps wasn't smiling, though. Sigh.
Oh fuck I'm crying again. Back hurts so much. Next day after the funeral mom sent me to A&E at CGH. The pain was that bad. Did I mention that I almost fainted during sahur time after my mom touched my back? No? Ah well.
I love blogger. It feels like I'm actually talking to someone that actually listens. But nobody ever does bother to listen to me or my rants. Why would they? When they have their own problems to think about?
I'm just a nobody, a face hidden in a crowd. Nobody.
Here's one picture I managed to salvage. Gramps wasn't smiling, though. Sigh.