"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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visited my grandma, as we do every year. it was rather awkward at her house, because my aunt's a pastor and when we came, she was too busy entertaining her church friends to be able to entertain us. haha. so my siblings and i retreated into one of the bedrooms with my dad to chat with grandma. my old bedroom. in primary school, i used to stay at my grandma's house every june and december holiday. those were the times where days just flew by and i literally spent my time running around all day. i was fascinated at living in a flat, running in and out of the lifts, peeking through the little viewing hole(is that what you call it?) on the door for hours on end, trying to spy on the neighbours. my grandma doted on me, she would bring me along with her everywhere. it wasn't as if she had a choice though, cos' no one else was at home. visits to the wet market, the toys 'r' us at tampines mall, and i particularly remember her weekly trips to the barber to curl and dye her hair, how she would leave me to my own devices at the swings outside and i would refuse to go back because i wanted to play somemore. haha yepps. i don't know when nor why i stopped staying over. think it was after primary 5. now when she talks to me i don't even understand anything, helplessly looking at my dad hoping that he'll translate it for me. but usually he doesn't so i'll just nod and smile back at my grandma. somehow i used to understand her better when i was young. i don't know why, perhaps because she used to speak a little bit of chinese to me in the past. now she probably thinks i've grown up and have learnt to speak teochew at last. haha. like how wrong is she. sigh. this is so terrible. someday when i have time i'm gonna get ming or whoever else to teach me. that's my new year resolution! haha.

shucks, i'm actually reminiscing about my childhood. did i mention that i feel friggin' old?!