bro brought back a bag of sunraisia pitted prunes today, from cold storage.
mum and granny was puzzled - i was too; bro never ever did like pitted prunes.
in the end he said he missed gramps and wanted to try something new.

then suddenly i was drawn into thoughts of gramps and pitted prunes.
i remember so clearly, i so loved him, even as a child.
when i was living back @ yishun, gramps was living with us. in the whole family, only he slept in the room with no air-conditioner in it.
he slept with a box-pillow made from bamboo, pretty much like ancient chinese do.
gramps kept lots of coins. when he died, we found out he had old old singapore notes and coins stashed away.
gramps always had medicated oil about him.. not the pungent ones, but a typical brand i couldnt remember, i cant remember the smell too.. it was special.
gramps always had an unlimited amount of pitted prunes with him.. he had sweet ones, salted ones. i loved the slimy slimy ones. it used to be an escapade from my work.. i remember that whenever i felt tired from homework.. from games.. or got scolded by parents, i would just run into his room, get a hug and a prune. it was the best relieve.

i always knew he loved me. there was once he brought me out to the drinks stall he owned at blk 9-hundred something, just beside the bus interchange @ yishun. i was young.. k2, and he took out coins for me to take a ride on the bus with him to that drink stall. i remember clearly that after taking those coins, my palms turned sweaty - mum dint know i was going out, i dint have my homework done. some coins slipped away, and i lost 20 cents in the end. gramps frowned but gave me the extra 20 cents.. he dint scold me! that night, mum scolded him badly because he brought me out to the coffeeshop to play without her permission, and i dint do my work.

oh yeah, there was times when he let me to the drinks stall and serve customers. 5 dollars an hour, bringing in used cups to back to the stall, putting ice into plastic cups of soft drinks, and doodling on cigarette carton boxes. he just loved me.

gramps died when i was in p2. it was a during a school day.. 5.30am and mum barged into the room and switched on the lights. she was crying and took her stuff. then i dint see gramps for the rest of the week. the tv screen was covered in red paper for that week, and i got frustrated because i couldnt get my cartoons. i was angry and wondered why i couldnt watch tv when gramps died - there was no link. i dint cry, funny enough, at his funeral, crap, i think im a real jokerl. it was until the incineration day that i did knew that he was going to go forever, then i cried. i dont think he was Christian, but i hope somewhere in his life he invited Jesus into his heart, and just before he died, he remembered that. i pray i see him on the day i enter into the kingdom of God.
this is my sweet memory of gramps. i love him (: i miss him. haha. try pitted prunes, they are wonderful.


haha anyway camp was good. presence was the word because service was the highlight. Pst Tan came, so simple yet so true. foundational but revelational. so true, so right at the heart.
just grew.
its 1.03am now i dont feel tired but i got school tomorrow. 2 weeks left to prelims.
do or die. ahhaa.
C3 music really rocks. new style of worship.. stronger presence.
alright, gotta go get some maggi mee + egg, tag-team with a packet of ribena. dinner!

love God.. love F1. and i want to get into Dominic's frame of mind and see what he thinks. im amazed by him.

ciao~