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when your day is long and the night
the night is yours alone
when you're sure you've had enough of this life
well, hang on
don't let yourself go
cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts
sometimes
-the corrs, everybody hurts.


growing up.

07 feb 2009. 11.41pm.

was having some random chat with my daddy after dinner today. and we were talking about little kids. and he was telling me how hard life was when they were kids. hahaha. 1 kampung with 300 people or households had ONE tap. and you had to carry your own water in oil-tins back to your own place. (i know what you folks are thinking about, that peishan would have died if she lived in that era, she doesnt even know how to take her own bus and carry her own heavy barang - but i DO KNOW okays) and like how my grand-dad came all the way from china and how my grand-ma doesnt know her birthday. my mom says she knows it, just that she cant remember it on the calendar, she remembers it by the lunar month. and how i/cs in the past used to be folded up and how my grandma tore up her i/c to make a new one because she thought she didnt look pretty enough in the photo. (so cute right. i know where i got the vanity of looking into every reflective surface from! not mommy from grandma! hahaha (: ) life was so different and so much harder back then. and it's really kind of cool to hear it from my parents and how they're so excited to tell me such stories. maybe our parents are really growing old but we're moving too quickly to see that they've aged this quickly.