woke up at 10 today, lucky got alarm clock…
mother didn’t bother waking me.
showered, left the house about an hour later..
reached church and turned on the lights for the first time. teehehe.
then the aircon too..
went to level 3.. then back to level 2..
and bitchass was complaining about how we shouldn’t turn the aircon on balbala.
she was talking in canto to my partner STUPIDLY THINKING I CANNOT UNDERSTAND.
wa still talk and talk then smile at me.
DAMN BITCH LEH.
omg.
saying what if wedding supp to start at 1.30.. then aircon cannot on till 12.45… BALBALBABLALA SHUT UP LAH HELLO I DAMN HOT LEH AND THERE WERE MUSICIANS GETTING READY FOR THE WEDDING. HELLOOOOOOOOO.
i mean you want them all sweaty and what meh??? omg your wedding how sia. bloodyhell…..
i know the energy needed to turn on the aircon is not small lah.
BUT STILL THE WAY YOU SAID IT. WA LAU PENNY PINCHER THEN STILL SAY UNTIL SO LOUD..
EVERYONE HAS EARS LEH.
then then lagi best part. which really left me DAMN STNG STA.
‘what guitar are they playing? you know the church dont allow electric guitars right.. and the bass also.. church policy it was written at the back of the agreement paper’
HELLLO I AM SOOOOOO PISSED NOW REMIND ME WHY I AM STILL IN THIS CHURCH WHICH REALLY DOESNT SUIT ME????
GUITAR ONLY LEH HELLO. YOU THINK WHAT, FUNERAL HUH?
OMG GROW A DUMB BRAIN CAN, DEAR CHURCH PERSON IN CHURCH OR WHOEVER WROTE THE STUPID THING DOWN.
ITS A FREAKING WEDDING.
so the bitchass continues to complain and demanded to see the guitars.
i bet she cant tell the difference between an electric or a classical. BECAUSE SHE SAID ‘THE GUITAR THAT NEED PLUG ONE CANNOT’
OMG WOMAN.. GROW A BRAIN, GROW UP, OR JUST QUIT THIS LINE AND BE A TELEMARKETER THEN YOU CAN BITCH AND BITCH.
so besides the bitchass and the church retarded ‘policies’. do forgive me, i’m moving out of the church soon, their ‘rules’ are really T_T.
wedding was awsome.
the guy was so so ham.
:D:D
k sorry he’s married..
and it was so so sweet when he looked at her when she walked in. the applause.. ahhhhhhhh damn nice i wanna get married!!!!
oh chiohuey couldn’t go out in the end so i went alone.
went to united square.. bought gelato from some playhouse thing.
they asked if i wanted topping i said ok.
80cents lah then i was like well alright whatever.
i wanted oreos.
then the woman put my icecream on the cold stone thingy and she put ONE (YES ONE) MEASLY oreo on my icecream, and began chopping it up.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO DID I PAY YOU 80 FREAKING WORTHLESS CENTS TO CHOP UP MY OREO? ONE OREO? ONE?!?!?!?!?!?!!? WHAT, NEED A LOT OF ENERGY HUHHH. OMGOMGOGMGGG.
then i took it, wanted to slap the woman, paid up to this :/ guy. then i walked around, finished the ice cream and went to subway, bought my food.
omg stupid subway guy… the amount he gave.. the lettuce… SLAP YOU AHHHHHH.
walaueh. -_-
the trip to bishan was scary..
i’ve nvr been there, and there was this rather cute guy teehehehe i kept staring at him and he kept staring back too.
probably wondering why this crazy woman looks so lost in the mrt :/
then i took a cab to kwong wai siew..
and the taxi guy left me stranded in the temple thing :/
damn scary cos there were old people and people burning joss sticks everywhere.. and stuff. :/
AND I WAS ALONE. OMG.
so i walked inside.. and i was so lost i ended up at the carpark :/
and finally one nice guy appeared, an old man..
so i asked him if he knew how i could find ‘ho kah lum’ (my gonggong)
then he said he didn’t know who he was and i said he was dead. :ssss
then the guy said ‘do you know what number he is?’
and i’m like ‘errrrr’
and he said i had to find the block and the level number (walau like hdb flat like that..)
and i said i didn’t know and he asked if my parent sknew i said no.
(i said that only cos no one knew i was going to visit my gonggong..)
then i pressed him further if there was a database where i could give the name and they tell me block number and stuff..
then yayyy he said can go office to ask (after like 10mins of telling me to call home)
and i went to the office and very nice people led me there.
they were old, but very jolly and happy. (=
so i went to the office and i gave the name happily and they were like ‘what’s his chinese name?’
T_T
i stood there and then another nice old man and woman who were in the queue said they could help cos his name was cantonese and they helped me try find the chinese name..
and then after about like 20mins or so, the lady at the counter looked through a book, (cos i told her when gonggong passed away) and gave me the block number and well er.. unit number? :/
and i was so so happy cos i was like, so close to not see gonggong at all. :S
then i walked away from the counter and i was like ‘oh shit, i don’t even know where the block are and stuff..’
so i approached yet another old woman who was so nice she brought me to the staircases that were open..
cos it was 4 and they were gonna close soon..
and then she left me there T_T )=
i was so scared lah omg.
i had to take the staircase myself and there wasn’t anyone around..
and i reached 53..
so the number was 7054.
and there were these really scary rows and rows of urns.
and they freaked me out for a moment i felt like running back down the stairs..
cos i was on the 3rd level alone, and it was like, errie, creepy, and quiet )=
really felt like giving up at that time and i was super close to crying.
then i saw the numbers.. 190.. all 3 digits.. and i’m like, how come mine’s 4?!?!
then i realised there were rows and colums :S
AND GUESS WHAT. 7 means its the top row (1’s the bottom row)
and 054 means 54, meaning i have to walk to the near end of the other side just to see my gonggong, meaning it was right smack in the middle of nowhere, and on the highest row too!
so you can jolly well imagine how shit it was for me because I’VE NEVER WENT TO A COLUMBIUM, AND I WENT THERE MYSELF TO FIND MY GONGGONG. )=
so i walked right inside and there was this bend.. and it was really freaky i was so scared out of my wits. urgh.
and then i finally reached 054.. and there he was (=
and then i started tearing (no i dont cry…)
and then i said hi and said sorry that i came with nothing, and i only visit him 1year from his death and stuff..
:/
freaky.
then i talked to him in mix canto chinese..
and said like i dont know who else will visit him but oh well im here and stuff :/ gahhh.
so emo, yes?
then after that i felt more calm and i walked through the scary rows of urns..
and then i walked out to the main road,
took a cab back to bishan,
and took the mrt home, jurong via woodlands.
a long journey and i dozed off, then teckhwa called and we chatted..
and i lost my mum’s ezlink card, it had 50bucks in it :sss
howhowhow?
i msged her, then she called and scolded me T_T
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okay anyway i’m home now..
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i think i was damn brave 
imagine walking through like 1000++ dead people
or surrounded by urns :/
and me being super timid :/
actually i don’t know how i managed to walk through them.
probably because i didn’t want to go there, and go back, wasted trip, i dont know.
oh well.