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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Friday, May 19, 2006

oh well,im cooping myself in the room now,facing my computer.the air outside my house is real bad.its all smoky and hazy.god knows why this is so.i guess its probably due to the upgrading works opposite my block.the air stinks.smelly.my computer is playing pastel reflections now.soothing music yea.
i just came back from my granny's house upstairs.i hugged her but she seemed uncomfortable with hugging and stuff.so my hug was like a lemontree hug.never mind about that.i saw something "interesting" happened just now.my 2 aunties bathed for my grandpa.no joke man.they wore masks which made them look really like nurses.i cant help my grandpa with the bathing 'cause the toilet was already packed with 3 people and there's no space for another person to squeeze in.so,i just stood aside.this was the first time i saw a naked body.that of my grandpa.at that instant,something crossed my mind.how come my grandpa who is 87 year old behaves like a kid?a kid who loves water and to play with it.worse of all,he is afraid of soap and when my aunts helped to wash his hair,he covered his ears.the scene was like..erm...comical at first.we may laugh but im sure none of us feels good about it.its totally true when people often say that old people turn into kids at a certain age.for example:wanting some things badly NOW.not a second or minute later.its all NOW NOW NOW.
well,after bathing,my grandpa gotta wear diapers once again.isnt it weird to see a big man wearing diapers?its like returning to the days when we are still little critters.he doesnt even have a choice to make.he cant choose.its absolutely necessary for him to wear diapers.i passed him his towel but my granny asked me to wash my hands immediately with dettol.alright.
all i want to say is sickness is terrible.seeing our loved ones suffer makes the people around feel lousy.life moves on but there isint enough time for my grandpa.time is a limiting factor.
another thing which i saw just now made me feel emotional.i saw one photo on my granny's dresser.it was a photo of my grandparents that was taken many years back.a black and white photo which was rather torn at the edges.my granny showed me the photo before and told me great stories about the past.however,i dont think i see her taking out the photo so often last time.now,it is on her dresser.i guess thats her method of keeping memories alive?maybe.
house is a building made up of four walls.but home is built of love and memories.

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