And here I go again

I need to start blogging again. Not that I need to whine (like I've done so for the last 10 or so years of blogging), but because I need to practice my writing skills.

Being in Singapore for the last 2 weeks has been good. It would have been better if I had put in more effort to organise outings with my friends and siblings. But it's a little hard to do stuff like that these days when everyone is so busy with their own lives. Not to mention about the other wake I had to attend.

Speaking of that other wake... Sigh. Even though I wasn't very close to her, I know she doted on me. Losing another family member after one passed not too long ago feels horrible. I pity my cousin Ryan. He's only 12, yet has been acting like he is strong and coping fine. I don't know if he is doing that to prevent himself from really feeling the sadness of it all, or if he just doesn't want his father to worry. On the day when we collected her remains and placed them into an urn and into the memorial gallery (or so what it was called there in KL), I saw him cry for REAL the first time. My mom asked if he wanted to say any last words to auntie Ginnie before they sealed the urn in. He shook his head and tears flowed down like that of a tap. I could see that he was holding it in but of course the emotion was too much to bear. My siblings and I gave him a hug even though he kept insisting that he was ok.

There's all this talk going on between my elder family members about what to do now that she's gone. After all, they don't have any other family members there. In my personal opinion, I think Ryan should come live with us or my Guma in Singapore. This is however, not my decision to make.

I have another brother now though.