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time really flies, it has already been 1 year since my dad passed on and it feels like just a few months ago.

woke up early in the morning, mom needed to pick up my granny and 6th uncle before going down to the columbarium at chua chu kang.

the meeting time was supposed to be 10.30am but i think i gave my elder brother the wrong timing and he arrived at 10am instead, since there was a huge jam in clementi towards town, i decided to take a cab down to the columbarium first while my mom continued on her journey to pick up granny and 6th uncle.

realised that my 2 elder sisters weren’t coming, there were already there on sunday to pay their respect since they couldn’t make it today. had a long chat with my brother, talked about cars, careers, dreams and a whole lot of other stuffs while smoking.

and he supports my decision to get the renault!

it’s just so cool to have an older brother who smokes with you!

waited for almost an hour before my mom finally showed up. my 6th uncle’s wife was also with them which meant i’ll probably not be sitting my mom’s car back.

prayed, burn paper, prayed again, burn more paper, prayed more and finally done!

my mom’s car was full (doh!) so had to take a lift from my brother, he was on his way to chua chu kang to pick his wife up so it was on the way.

we were both still early for our appointments so he drove us to his new house around the place and gave me a short tour. it was actually very near the bukit batok driving center and the place was huge.

wish i had a 3 storey house to stay in…

supposed to meet up with weixiang, aaron and colin for a jb trip at 1pm kranji mrt but it was still darn early so decided to walk around lot1 to waste some time.

met hufeng and realised she’s already married to hanwei, congrats!

called weixiang and he was feeling sick so he’ll be giving the trip a miss, both aaron and colin were obviously going to be late.

what happened next was something that made me see red and i just exploded…big time!

right from the start of the trip, i’ve already make known that the pain in my leg is terrible and i somehow i would expect my friends to take that into consideration when stepping out in another country,

but oh no, they just had to fucking jump over the divider and board the bus while i had to limp to where the divider started some 20 meters away and the bus was gone by the time i got to the boarding bay.

what kinda friends will do such a thing??? and moreover, we were already halfway on another country’s soil.

knowing my leg was giving me problems, why the hell do you need to be so impatient and not wait for me?

and i was just a few steps away from the bus when it left, why can’t you just signal the driver to wait for just a couple more seconds?

and even if the driver refuses to wait for the couple more seconds, it won’t kill you to fucking alight the bus and wait with me for the next one.

at least, this is what I WOULD DO IF I WERE IN YOUR SHOES.

and what’s with the fucking sms on being a fat liability,

i, for sure, DO NOT want my leg to be injured,

i DID NOT choose to be injured,

i DON’T WANT to be injured in the first place,

it’s NOT my choice that my leg fucking hurts.

if you think i’m a liability since my leg hurts, then don’t agree to coming in the first place.

and it’s not your fault that the bus left? oh the driver’s fault right?

WHOSE FUCKING IDEA WAS IT TO JUMP OVER THE DAMN DIVIDER AND NOW YOU BLAME THE BUS DRIVER?

every time, every fucking time i meet you, there’s a 98% chance of you being late but did i grumble?

have i ever made a huge fuss?

i lived with it!

i lived with it cause i respected you as a friend and took your bad time management as part of the friendship.

will it kill you to just wait for me in return for that few seconds?

will it kill you to walk with me around the divider since i obviously had problem walking?

will it kill you to have missed that first bus?

what’s the use of rushing through the customs, we’re not playing amazing race or something, we have all the time in the world…for the day.

we are good friends and i thank you for that but at least give me that little respect as a friend,

i don’t want to be fat, i can’t help being fat.

i don’t want my leg to hurt, i can’t help feeling the pain.

i didn’t choose to be that way.

you don’t hear me calling you an ugly old fart do you?

and so, this is what happened at the malaysian customs…

i went to city square myself, had lunch at mcdonalds before coming back to singapore.

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