I mean, she has 5 kids right, with an arranged marriage, and my grandpa, with a tragic life of his own, and i don't know how my grandma managed to chuck all of them into college, 3 in medical school for that matter.

And how she still found the time to cook and clean and teach music I wonder. She's such a toughie, my grandma's truly a remarkable woman, and though she has a small and fragile frame, she's really weathered and wise. And cute as a button. I haven't appreciated her enough since she's been taking care of me for ages.


And everyon takes her for granted. Geez. She's such an inspiration. But she's yet to see the light. She thinks the whole idea's absurd, and its not like she doesn't know. She's a convent girl. Of course she does. She just thinks that its strange that you could love someone more than your parents, family and life itself.

Poor granny.

And I've been down the whole week, though I must say my brother's prawning parteh was quite a pick me up. Despite the thunderstorm. Limejews anyone? NONONO. Limechinese.
My voice is not doing any better, I swear some of my classmates (coughahemanabelcough) are in love with me. I do like the way my voice sounds, its COOL, lower than most people I know, raspy like David Cook. But i can't sing. Aaw.

I'm tired. I've got this crazy week before me and i don't know what to do.