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Sunday, October 22, 2006

Had a nice evening today though I was really tired from frisbee training on sat. Had a helluva great time playing frisbee! :))) I thought I didn't start Sunday well coz I was disturbed early in the morning and I woke up reluctantly. Went to teach and then came hm. tried digesting pdf files of cs814 notes but I eventually went into dreamland again. Then i got woken up by mom and dad repeatedly for dinner outside. Didn't have a good rest for the weekend to recuperate my energy.

Then, over dinner, I told mom, dad and glenn bout my hw101 assignment 3. bout me doing the assignment without interviewing gong gong. We talked about the family's history. Only until today did glenn and me realised we're 99% Singaporeans! I know we're 0.5% Chinese (as in China) but I didn't know we're 0.5% Indonesians as well! hahaha. how cool. Glenn said, "Now that's a new thing!" And mom replied, "I told you kids before...when was that...when you all were toddlers?" HAHA. What felt really heartwarming was all of us getting interested in this topic. I kept asking questions about the past and asked mom and dad to tell us stories about our paternal and maternal grandparents.

Gong Gong (Chinese immigrant)-the heroic chinese coolie, calligrapher & clogmaker.
Ma Ma (Chinese)-the most respectable and tolerable woman on earth.
Ye Ye (Indonesian born Singaporean)-the greatest seaman & engineer ever
Ah Ma (Singaporean)-the lovely and elegant lady (Resting everlastingly in peace)

Each and every one of them deserve the title of being the best husband/wife, the best father/mother and definitely, my best grandparents. I'm really proud of my ancestral history. It's not who they are, but how they have come this far that makes it really memorable for life.

Glenn left for home to continue studying for the approaching A lvls. Mom and dad sent mi back to hostel. Travelling through the long expressway, we continued talking. Dad told me he was near to tears. He was sniffing! It was funny coz I thought dad was strong enough to handle such emotional matters, and because he told me more times about his stories than mom did. Dad's life was much more of sheer hard work, and mom was more of simplistic. I couldn't believe the women in dad's car were stronger than dad at that point in time. haha. But, i could really feel the sense of togetherness.
And then we ended up talking bout me wanting to speak and understand teochew...it ended up...nice. heart to heart talk. Nice.

I guess that's what I'll call family. It's strange but fascinating. People from all woks of life. People with different blood meeting and create a new bond, passing down a special blood of their very own. We have our own stuffs to handle, but we care and are affected by one another. We care, because we are one family.

love, cy