early morning till the wee hours of the next morning. I was awake for more than 16 hours. All for the kenduri at my late grandparent's house. Its weird not to have any grandparens left. Its sad i know.
The afternoon was qute uneventful, since most of the time I was busy in the kitchen helping out the aunts to prepare the food. Lots of good food, yummylicious. Then I was stuck with lil Hazim. He is quite a handful ok. I shall post the picture of him that i took while bathing him just now. For a small toddler, he is lightning fast and goes around: Auntie N, Auntie N. Where Auntie N..
That's what all my niece and nephews call me btw. hurhur. I know very auntie ryt. Well I am one hokay. So I was with him the whole time. Feed him his porridge, make him take his bath and play aeroplanes with him.
Apart from tht, let us all thank god for uncles who are understanding like mine. Uncle has been a great help. when I thought there was no one I could turn to for help, he was there. He should have changed profession and start out his own pyschiatric clinic. He made me see a different point of view that only a guy can see. He knows I'm hurting. I could not even hold back my tears when I told him. He was shocked. And even that is an understatement to his reaction when i broke down in front of him.
He said he would have never thought that the situation was that bad. Well, me neither. But with all the things said between us. Its true. He told me that I am good at hiding my feelings and I'm turning into a bitter person. drowning all my happiness and chirpy vibes with anger. How can i not be angry. Please explain to me.
Yes! For those who are blind and total oblivious to the world. i hide my feelings pretty darn well. Even my uncle, whom i have know for most of my life just realised it. I need my starbucks with uncle. Its therapy. and im paying for the coffee this time..
