Today was Samantha's birthday....I just came out from the toilet when sherlene (another daughter) went, "hey today is Sam's birthday!" This sorta caught me by surprise....i really hate such "surprise attacks" -- can't she see im trying to make myself less visible?? I still dun feel comfortable hanging arnd dem leh....

Anyway, she didn't stop here. She went like "oh, we're going up to cut the cake.."
Aargh. Double aargh.
So I followed her to the dining room where the entire family was gathered-- its the ENTIRE family, with ex-girlfriends, future husbands etc. etc. gathered around. I felt so awkward. It seems that everybody was linked to somebody in the room, with me as the "extra" hanging around. And I had no idea wad to do, where to stand, whu to talk to (or listen to, for that matter)...so i just smiled "mian qiang" smile and sang birthday song loudly (its the least i can do). Oh, and the aussies have a birthday lingo "hip hip hooray" which is screamed twice after the birthday song. Next they took pics, you know, that sorta stuff, and somehow i actualli found myself being included in the pics....

Yah, they are pretty sweet, imust admit, trying to get me involved and inviting me etc. Still...its not my family. And guess wad? After all the birthday hoo-hah, i headed back to my room with a strange, "sour sour" feeling. The "每逢佳节倍思亲" feeling. I just felt so sad. And when i popped the "团契的心声” cd into my lappie, it came. Tears just rolled down, and dun understand why... well, i had no reason to be sad, and birthdays are supposed to be happy occasions afterall.

Haiz...it still feels so sour. And to think of the times i've forgotten or didn't take much notice of my family members' birthdays...

Called up people next -- if i dun talk to a familiar voice, think i'll go crazy. Call was interuppted halfway, which meant that my handphone had no more credit. And i was still planning to call up some frens lor. Calling is super-ex sia...I've used up $60 in just 8 days time. Scary~~

So many things have happened. Next, i went to coach Derek, and the worst happened. He complained and cried at the piano. And i didn't know how to console (or bluff) him. Even the nephew heard him. Thank goodness its his mum who was the main culprit for making him cry.
Still... AARGH!!! wad if he cries nxt time when im coaching him???!! I think i shld cry too...hopefully it'll seem like he's bullying me...
haiz...all this, in just the past 2 hours...and its just the beginning...

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