Anyway, happy 91st birthday Grandpa! A lovely moment.
We had great food and lotsa fun. Once a year and never enough. It's just, erm, a tradition since young that every 3rd day of Chinese New Year we'd gather. Joy and laughter. I wonder how much longer will we behold the sight of warmth and love; and how much longer will the tribute come rule the day. I cherished. Rather, we all did.
And for the first time in my life, I actually kneaded and baked my own breads! 1kg of flour makes a tray of beautiful buns - some tiny, some sexy - all from my instinctive fingers and palms. Baileys' cream and orange dough, a combination of nature and the exotic. Some sexy ones were topped with chocolate chips, while others were almond bits. The smell was incredible. Sis got awoken but smiled instead - 3am.
Sexy Baby produced!!
Perhaps, it was a fun task to begin with - amid the tiredness and my body tolerance. I swear I won't stretch it any further because I know, its been over stretched, if not fully utilised.
Finally, a stronger hint of light appears! Today is the last presentation for the module, and all the efforts should be able to pay. 86-page report is now handed in, what a relief! But still, permanent damage may be something. A huge, huge issue.
Much to the left. I felt.
Sexy Baby (Jr.)!!
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