Sister said

I kept requested, to play songs, sing karaoke, while He is still in the house, with the coffin.

It was kind of indirectly, because I am not being aggressive and little did I've insisted about it.

They heard, but they never followed.

They knew, because that's what father had told them, countless time before this.

That to play on the musics, let people to hold the Mic, and sing their heart out.

This message kept flashed, whenever I am day dreaming.

I said it again on day 4, to my eldest sister, after the coffin is no longer there.

She said, she was in dilemma also.

To do or not to do what the people had told when they are still standing on this bloody earth, on their own.

Traditions and old folks told, it is never good to do things what "they" liked.

They will hesitate, can't let go, and decide to stay on.

If we do, we are indirectly harming them, stopping them to the place where they supposed to be.

Hate, to did bad for the sake of doing good for them.

For the same f**king sake, I am fine.

He will see me perfectly fine, and go on his journey like how I will.

Still, the feeling never left.

Taxi is still there, countless time I thought he went back once I saw it.

The bloody red taxi.

Worry.

There is something I worry about, wanted to share.

Changed my mind and backspace all of it,

for security purpose.

I am definitely out of track on my study.

Not attending discussion.

Not attending compulsory experiment hours.

Not attending lectures.

Hope He will forgive me for being so naughty and play truant.

Never again, I promised.

Time doesn't wait,

people either.

Grab it while chances are still there,

you never know what you gonna miss,

and it hurts when you know,

it is now forever, for the never.

QFeng is being so emotional nowadays.

Lau-Gai (baby way of throwing tantrum?) whenever things are not happened as what he wished.

Things had changed.

There will be scolded no more, from the big size maternal grandfather on him.

Scolded him for being so "pai si"(hokkien- 坏蛋).

And he will be in shocked, confused, and never did that again.

Like how he is now so well trained, never again, touch what his maternal grandfather put on table.

Things changed,

there will be no more maternal grandfather's stuff on the table,

and he will never got the chance to hear the loud scolding voice.

I hope he, QFeng, will keep that in mind, until he grow up,

and recalls that he got such a good maternal grandfather,

trained him for not being so touchy hand

and so sayang him.

Fed rice and in the end complaint to my mother that he got no more rice to ate,

and asked my mother to feed.

So cute of him for being so affection but not willing to show it.

Bought Milo Stick for him, for the reason QFeng can hold it without dirty his own hand.

And it worked! It is not as sticky as chocolate.

Consequently, QFeng is able to hold it and asked my father to open it.

Also, blew the red wine's plastic bag with his lungs out,

to make it so big and hard, just to have QFeng play with it.

As well, warned us whenever we do things that could harm him,

like sitting in front of the computer, brought him to up stair so frequently and etc.

I have to sleep.

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