morgueville,heartland living.

my grandma cannot really walk now. and i had to guide her to the toilets just now. i dun think i've mention this before. but i'm really scared of old folks. maybe it's their movement. or the way they talk. i don't know.
perhaps it's the morbid feeling of death that scares me. ok. i think i'm tired.

was reading gary's entry about his thoughts on my mars entry.
nothing surprising to hear his comments. typical. typical as in it's gary's sentimentalistic comments.
well. i may have had wonderful feelings about that moment which wasn't reflected on my entry. it's either i wasn't in the mood to talk about nolstagic stuff or otherwise. it's just that i thought my mum's reaction woke me up. i mean, when i saw her, half of her body was out of the window looking out to see mars! ok. i'm sorry i did not mention about us sharing great family moments together that is worth to be the new kodak commercial. but that doesn't mean i'm totally heartless and know nothing about bringing things to my grave. if you know me, i'm not particularly your regular sweet romantic songs fan. hmmm. perhaps my blog is lacking in nolstagic elements and too much sacarstic views about anything.

but it's my blog.
and is it by reading my entries that you will know what i'm really like?