Thursday, January 21, 2010

One

There's just so much I want to say, but I just can't get my head on order. It's that retarded sensation where you just can't make head or tail of anything in your head, and the only real emotion that you feel is confusion.

I've been moving around quite a bit these few days. So much has happened, in so little time.

I remember the times when my granddad used to take me on long bus rides around Singapore. He'd carry me, sometimes on his shoulders, and take me out to explore the world. Only now, am I appreciating what he's done for me.

He'd hold my hand, carry me onto that bus, to wherever it went, just for the journey, and sometimes destination.

I remember one place I'd always want to go with him. Changi Airport. Little me loved airplanes and air-conditioning, so yeah. He'd always take me to the staff food court for lunch. He'd bring me onto the Skytrain next, place me at the window where I pretended to be a racecar driver. He'd walk with me to the viewing point, where I'd run down the hallway with the airplanes as they were taking off. He'd bring me to a coffeeplace, where he'd drink his cup of coffee slowly, and I'd climb onto the aquariums and try to scare the fishes inside.


These are the times I miss. The innocence of youth. Before the eventual corruption.


On a happier note, rainy night again! :D:D:D 2 nights ago, but who cares.


I originally wanted to dedicate a post to my brother, but I'll do that another time. Not in the right frame of mind to give him a proper ode. This post's for my grandfather instead!

Ah Kong, thank you for bringing me up so lovingly, even when I've been a real pain in the ass to you. Thank you for bringing me to my first movie, for buying me all those toys, for introducing me to music, for teaching me about life's lessons, for starting this love for food, for that love for long bus rides, and for every single thing you've done in my life. I know you probably won't read this, but thank you. You're one of the three people in my life that really changed who I am for the better, and there's so much more I want to dedicate to you.



Imitation's the best form of flattery, or so they say. With that in mind, I'm gonna live a life that flatters my grandpa, one that shows who he truly is, one that gives thanks for all that work that he's done in my life.


I love you, Ah Kong.

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