i feel like reformating my mac... s'up!

my grandpa passed away 2 days ago and the funeral was today. my first ever funeral and on top of that it was just before the chinese new year. time always has a way of surprising you. although it was a pretty depressing event, it was still touching to see alot of people at the funeral. all i could see and hear were tears and sniffs.
a simple and humble man was really honored today. during these few days i've been reflecting on the times while he was alive, how unclose i was to him. i think the only words i've ever said to him was the usual Hi(s) and Bye(s) and the only physical contact made was the respectable handshake. nevertheless, deep down i knew that he loved us grandchildren, through that big smile of his whenever he sees us. he was definitely a man of few words. but things sort of changed when he moved to the old folks home. i guess when you become deaf, all you could do is talk since listening wasnt an option any more.
i never knew his faith in God was so deep and faithful. only till when i visited him once at the oldfolkshome and during the funeral. i always thought he and grandma were just sunday church goers and wasnt actively involve in church. turns out he was the church's official tailor and he's got plenty of homies at the church.
come to think of it, i do kinda miss him abit. miss the times when he was still living with grandma. the sifu in making "kiu ngiuk" and "pak cham kai"... yummy. i guess the tradition has been passed down to my dad, who is a relatively excellent tailor and at making "kiu ngiuk". but we've yet to taste his "pak cham kai". next in line to inherit the tradition would be... ummm.
now im really curious on how tomorrow would turn out to be at the reunion dinner. today was interesting, bcoz i get to see all my uncles and aunties in tears, a rare occasion you see them do it all together.
besides the funeral, it was a mudfest today. it was a muddy funeral from the funeral parlor all the way to the burial ground. thanks to my brother's judgement, we almost got stuck in the mud. the poor lady who drove right in the middle of the huge puddle of mud was seriously trapped. we couldnt help coz we couldnt afford to dirty ourselves, so all we could do was just watch her trying to get out of the danger zone for a few minutes before we decided to just turn back and leave her to figure it out on her own. later on the road to the burial ground was equally aweful... we had to walk through the mud. we were all muddy ankle down and i ruined my nice pair of shoes. knew i should had worn the other pair. well, atleast it only rain before and after the funeral.

other news. ive been playing alot of basketball on alternate days. got my self new custom made in-soles. the price of it is almost like a pair of shoes. infact its even more expensive than my new basketball shoes, which is giving heaps of feet problems. after trying out my new in-soles, i've developed blisters at my arc. i really really hate my feet. if only i had normal feet, it has faltered me from getting into the NBA. sigh... the "if only" dilemma.
but im still gonna play ball tomorrow. i dont care. i still kick butt.