the four right chords can make me cry

THANK YOU!
it was swarming with people, it was really hot, and i kept having to run outside to answer phone calls, but i had a really good time on saturday!
so many people to thank... but let's just try
chronologically:
- God: for creating this whole world, with a plan for redemption; and creating, loving and saving me
- Mum and Dad: for giving me life, spending lots of money on me, and tolerating crazy party ideas
- hazel: for going grocery shopping with me at mustafa
- enai and hozea: for buying and dropping off the cake in the middle of the night
- timo, tianen, nick, dom: for embarrassing me by singing off key at the prata shop
- tianen: for lending me all that stuff and walking me and hazel home
- tianen's mum: for not minding us descending on her house and making off with stuff at 1am, and for cooking fried rice!
- enai and hazel: for coming early in the morning to help with the food which was a massive task
- steph (miss lim): for sending the flowers and perfume, which i was so surprised to find on the table when i got home. So sweet!!!
- guests: for persevering in coming, in spite of getting lost, and for putting up with the heat due to the sheer number of people in the house.
- food contributors: for spending the time and effort to prepare, which serendipidously appeared just as the existing food was running out
- mysterious helpers: for replenishing food, drinks, and clearing away stuff, all without my notice!
- daniel, graham, cheryl, hozea: for indulging me at such short notice with excellent live music!
- serene: pinata, the highlight of the night!
- many more!

after that, i fell sick on sunday, was running a fever last night. today at lab, they shoo-ed me home early, so i got a few hours of sleep before going off to give tuition. still, in between i managed to go take photos with anne at her convocation and change my password at the computer centre.

turning 21 was crazy fun, but other events seem to looming...

my grandma (mum's side) is in hospital again. it looks bad, do pray for her. i feel guilty to be at the start of life when i see her in that hospital bed, i feel so guilty thinking of how seldom i go visit her at her house, that i only visit her in hospital. i really hate hospitals.

the last time my grandma was in hospital, she had wanted to give me a chain for my birthday. that's really the furthest thing on our minds now, as in the buzz and whirr of hospital machines we silently contemplate life and its berevity.

why does life go on when things happen? why does everything carry on as though life didn't make a difference? my mum's still not back from hospital, i can't visit my grandma tommorrow because i have to give tuition. why do they still quarrel over his hair? this morning in the car my mum told darren to cut his hair as a sign of respect to my grandma, saying that she could hardly recognise him. and naturally, he reacted. we're talking about my grandma here, hair's really the secondary issue, why do we have to yell?

why.

posted by beckyboo @ 10:55 PM