In a cab. Amazing! He decorated his cab. Except for the heaps of tissue papers at the coner of the right hand side of the windscreen which i do not term them as decorations. Sunflowers and a liverpool decal. Playing retro 80s or 90s cantonese songs. This uncle seems v settled in his cab, while he is on the road most of the time probably. Omoshiroi. To the temple.
Dearest grandma, wonder how have u been doing for the past 8 years. Strangely, my memory of the night when i was violently shaken awake but regreted for the lack of courage to open my eyes, and the dream of u smiling warmly at me when i was queueing, for what i dunno, remains fresh and vivid. Jus like yesterday. Images of u smiling shyly and shaking ur head in response to my whys then finally mumbled "ah ma buay hiau", patting on my head gently. Hee i will run away seeking answers then come back and tell u abt it. But i dont know how much u understood me. I was struggling with hokkien. And for us, u picked up mandarin. Grandma is one figure whose presence and smile as acknowledgement is everything that is required. I really missed u. Wonder what would it be like if u are around at this age. Are u really aware when all of us visited the temple. What are doing now exactly? Did u manage to meet up with gramps?
Day out with pops. Always interesting to listen to him commenting on things he observes. He has an inventive mind. He is amazed at how far i can cycle. But im amazed at his energy level in walking. By dinner time, i was super slpy alr. Somemore i had an extra period of rest staring out at the river while he toured the cloud dome with my bro n gf. Then we went over to barage to fly kites. Haha so cute, he was enjoying the sense of achievement bringing it high up into the sky. I told my bro, pros dun nid to run. Then he really nv run. Haha. So easier for me to capture him on photos. Classic shots. N first time, string broke. Went ard searching. Luckily caught the cleaner in the act of clearing it! Retrieved back. Some repair work required.
Phone calls, emails, texts. Feel sorry to disturb pple on wkends also. Ransacking brains and fumbling for interims, minimising ops disruption and containing issues. Supporting and facilitating, avoiding being the bottleneck. Ops. The life of ops is back after 1 yr plus. Transition period tho. Hajime of ops.
Randomly, totally believed my colleague when he texted:
I cry in my sleep everynight and wake up from nightmares that the mouse came alive when I was using it.... Also, every morning I would have a nervous breakdown for almost 15 mins and lament on my poor and sorry fate at CAG. Then I will go to work and pretend everything is fine when it is not. Sometimes I will go to the toilet and punch the flushing system out of frustration and that was only the first year....
Nv doubted it at all until he admitted. Gosh. Talking abt gullible. I re-read it after him owning up. Why on earth did i believe that in the first place?! Doesnt feel cheated for sympathising. Haha. Actually my first thot was wa so cham and wouldnt that be considered as vandalising? spoiling toilet flush? Farnie. Interesting pple are what make working life fun. Cynical humour, but c'mon shld be embracing it. and really shld it is commendable of him for such creative and imaginative thots!
My quote: life without problems is boring. My belief. Sadistic to some.