The busiest December I ever had in my life. It was a belated celebration cum Vivian's bday celebration for my jc clique on wednesday, Vivian's bday celebration at her home on Friday, Jun Nan's bday celebration at his home on Saturday and a Christmas party wif my sec sch friends at Dione's house yesterday(Sunday). Phew! Din felt very good this morn cos I slept late last night after watching Chelsea won another hard-fought match wif another wonder goal from one of their multi-millionaires.
I just realised that today was the first real Christmas "party" I've ever been to. Used to just meet up wif my jc friends at Orchard Rd for dinner and then chill out in town area. Today I even had to prepare for gift exchange, haha. Bought a polar bear wif a santa cap at Westmall before meeting up wif Min Yang, Yong Yun, Han Teng and Chong Leng. The turnout wasn't as good as I thought it'd be but it was good enough nonetheless (I'm not a fan of big crowds anyway, hehe). Really enjoyed our time there, gambling wif Yong Sheng whose sense of humour never fails to tickle our funny bone.
I had to wake up early to follow my parents to pay respects (wonder if its the right word) to my youngest bro. Yup, I guess its not so awkward to talk about it now and I guess my dear blog readers can noe, I would've had a 2nd bro who was 12 yrs younger than me had he made it. He was prematurely born but only managed to be around for less than 20days.
That was ard 1998 when I just made it into Commonwealth. It felt wierd initially, I was really looking forward to having a baby bro to take care of, and he din made it home and I never saw him before. My parents didn't take me and bro there to see him cos he was very very small-sized, probably not something we should see since we were still young and our grandparents were very against it. It must have been really ard on my mum but she being a pragmatic, strong woman, managed to handle it very well. Sometimes I just feel kinda sad wondering how having another bro would be like but other than that, there weren't a lot of sentiments attached since I never really knew him.
Today we went to the columbarium and we spent time there cleaning his columbaria. That was when I felt something for him. He never really had the chance to live. If I didn't remember wrongly, it was the docs who pulled the plug, thinking he probably won't survive. If he was ard, he would've been an eight-year-old who was probably doing all that he could to impress his parents, trying to act smart kind eh, heh.
