Uncles and Aunts

When Sydney and parents arrived, my day was saved. I have been struggling with this paper folding thingy. The end result was supposed to look like some little piece of gold thingy and then it ends up getting burnt so that it gets to the other side.

My day was saved because the Origami champion arrived. Sydney's mom. She sat down and taught the 3 of us how to fold this.

Sydney gave up at her 30th attempt. Aunt BL had to do QC to all our gold thingy. It doesn't look like any piece of gold. Of course, the champion could not produce anything less than champions itself.

After 2 hours, Sydney and I got it right. And Amanda didn't. So she stayed by the fire. And the two if us stayed by the basket.

All our efforts over 2 days went up in flames on a little junction by Jalan Hill on Saturday night.

Sydney pestered me for my slim Pod. She's on my MSN contact and knows that all I was harping about on my messenger, was my slim Pod. It got to her, only to be kidnapped by Uncle Pat. Who then sang out loud to American Woman.

At a funeral.


We all sighed and shook our heads.

It rained heavily on Friday afternoon and Saturday night. It was probably the only sound to drown out our hushed sobs and supressed giggles (me and Amanda) But I did shed tears. Tears, at the fact that I cannot let go.

Death was such an easy option. It's a no brainer.

But is it a closure?