I didn't blog for a long long time, because of the lack of time due to VBC and such. VBC prelim rounds are now OVER and we have managed to get into SEMIFINALS! (with the help of hci guys and another sch's team) but at least we have managed to get into semifinals! I seriously dunno what our chances of getting into finals are, since there will only be 5 teams getting into finals ):
Anyway, the reason i decided to blog today was because my yeye, which is my paternal grandfather, passed away. Well, let me tell you straightaway: I do not feel one tiny bit of sadness. Well, mostly it's because I don't have much feelings towards my paternal side. He's like just someone i share blood relation with, but not someone that I have put in a lot of emotions to, not someone that I had happy memories with, not someone I love dearly or know so detailedly. Humans are like that. If we never had any special relationship with someone, we would never feel anything when that any other particular person passed away.
Actually, I kind of dislike my paternal grandparents because they refused to take care of me properly when my mum and dad went to singapore to settle down. My parents went over here first to get a steady job, buy a house, and do all the necessary preparations for me to come over, so they left me with my grandparents. Firstly, the reason that they left me with my PATERNAL gp instead of my MATERNAL gp was because there was a nursery near my paternal gp's house. Despite that, I still lived in the little boarding school in the nursery's compound. I was only around 4 or 5 years old. Well, can you imagine a little girl staying on her own in the boarding school with other children that she doesn't know very well? Even though there are teachers there to take care of us, the teachers are not our parents, they have to care for everybody, so naturally, i didn't get much love at that period of time. I had to fold my own clothes, pack my own bag, send my clothes for washing and all those things that a normal 5 year old little girl would not do. ALL THAT, because they didn't want to take care of me. Even though they're retired and have nothing better to do, even though their house is so near the nursery, even though my parents asked them to do it on their behalf. So, as a little girl, i had ill feelings towards them already. And normally little children doesn't carry these kind of feelings into their teens, but i do, and you can imagine the stuff i felt when i was that small.
Well another reason i don't feel anything was because I thought it was time for he to go. He's 77, he has cancer, he managed to struggle with that for around 1 year+. His life is gradually detiorating as he underwent chemotherapy, ate medicine everyday, didn't have appetite to eat food, and couldn't walk properly and go outside for a breath of fresh air. And because of that, other people's lives have been deteriorating too because of just one person. That includes my dad, my uncle and my grandmother, and of course not forgetting my dad and my uncle's families. I feel that if i were him, I wouldn't want to continue living with that quality of life, or continue dragging others around me down together with me, or spending so much on hospital bills that couldn't even save my life. That kind of life is not worth living, it's comparable to being half dead, seeing that you couldn't do more than half of the things that normal people do and that you're suffering in pain.
My maternal grandparents, on the other hand, are bursting with life. Seriously, they're very optimistic and enthusiastic about life. My grandpa, 77, still travels all over different parts of China giving speeches and writing articles for the newspaper or working. He's still working at an age of 77, people invites him to give speeches as he works for a water supplying plant and also because people respect him. His body's in great shape, he have taichi early in the morning then go at night for a stroll with my grandma. Even though he also have some slight illnesses as he's gradually growing old, but both his health and mind is still functioning perfectly. And my grandma, the loudhailer. She's 73 this year and she goes for grocery shopping early in the morning all by herself and in the afternoon she goes to the community club near her house to go and play mahjong with all her friends. And she's has A LOT A LOT of friends cos she's so loud. lol. Not to mention that she's learning english, and now she can sing english songs like "the more we get together". She also told me she acted in a play “小品”that the community club put up this year and she told me: “有一个美国科学家来我们的大院儿,他说你姥姥能活到一百零九岁,你姥爷能活到一百零七岁!一点儿也不用担心,我们好着呢!”
我:“那姥爷怎么比你活得短?”
姥姥:“没关系,我多照顾照顾他,他也就能多活两年!”
That's how she's like.
They'll be fine. Old folks who go to stroll out even when it's snowing and freezingly cold(at 7 or 8 degrees) will always be fine. I bet they'll live even longer than 109 at this rate (:
好想念他们哦。今年一定要逼着他们到新加坡来。