So in the past month, or two, quick recap: basically I’ve had exams, more exams, went to Québec for a couple of days, came back, struggled to catch up with life. Exams were absolute hell because 2 days before my school exams, I had my piano exam and I’m the kind of person that procrastinates for one thing, and worries about the rest after accomplishing the first hurdle. So basically, I didn’t study at all for school exams because of piano, then the day before school exams started I locked myself in a room for a good 6 hours and studied my ass off. Having a computer in front of me with very easy access to Facebook didn’t exactly do me good in that department, but I did fairly well on my exams so that’s all good! Who knew I could get such good marks from studying the night before each exam? Procrastination FTW! :D

The day after exams, when second semester started, a whole bunch of us went with our school to Québec which we’re supposed to go for our french program, which doesn’t exactly make sense since we didn’t have french until this semester but whatever. AND I FUCKING GOT TO MEET BONHOMME! Life goal…
Québec was so much fun though, especially since we went during carnaval time, which for those of you who are out of the loop – it’s a winter carnival that Québec City has every year and there’s a bunch of stuff to do, like rides, and ice sculptures, and a bunch of cool knick knacks to look at and waste your money on. I also made $60 bucks on that trip because my friends said they’d pay me $100 to go grab Bonhommes crotch. So… I went up to him, hugged him, pretended to pose for a picture, and inched my hand up his crotch area. My friends got it on video, but I’m going to keep that between my friends and I for now lmfao They only ended up giving me $60, but that’s ok, since I would’ve done it without money anyways…

Oh yeah and Valentines Day was a fail. Everyone was spending it with their families so I sat at home and watched Vampire Diaries because I had nothing better to do and my parents ditched me for work -_-

I miss Bonhomme… ahhahahaa ok,

ADIOS!

The thing is, my grandparents moved back to Hong Kong when I was a couple of years old and since they moved back they had come to visit once and we had gone to visit twice. And of course, flying across the world takes about 20+ hours so this didn’t happen very often. Well three years ago my grandpa had a stroke and was in bed for about a year. My mom went back to visit him and since I was still in school and everything I couldn’t, but the following year I did and he was up and walking again. A little less than two years ago though, he had another stroke and had been in bed since. By then, my grandparents had moved back to their hometown in China. We went again to visit him not know if his condition was stable or not. He had hurt his leg when he tripped, which caused the second stroke, and when he was being moved on a stretcher or wheelchair of some sort he got hurt even more. By then my grandpa was pretty much half paralyzed but still could somewhat move though it was very painful for him. His mind wasn’t quite clear and he couldn’t think very straight, but he still could recognize everybody and have some sort of a conversation with people.

A couple of months ago is when it got really bad. My dad went to visit family back in September and so of course, he visited my grandpa as well. It turns out my grandpa couldn’t recognize him anymore, or really anyone for that matter. That alone got to me, because I realized that if I ever saw him again, he wouldn’t be able to tell who I was. This hurt me a lot because I had basically grown up with him and I looked up to him for so many things. Then in November we got a call saying that he really wasn’t doing well and might pass at any time so my mom and I had plans to go back, but then they said he was stable again for now, and since I had a piano exam in January, we figured once I finished that we would go so that I didn’t have to leave right before my exam. Unfortunately, my grandpa didn’t make it and both my mom and I regret very much not going back in November, but in some way I guess God really planned things out for us because if we had gone in November, we probably wouldn’t have been able to go again in December for his funeral. I got the news at school right before we were going off for our Christmas Break and we left for China 3 days after and stayed for 10 days to help my grandpa finish up some stuff, help sort through everything, clean the house, and obviously attend the funeral. I’m not telling you all this for the sympathy and pity and in no way am I doing this for the attention, I just really wanted to be able to share the great life that was lost on December 18th, 2009, and although my grandpa lived a great life of 91 years, he will never be forgotten. Please also, keep him in your prayers, they would really mean a lot to both him and I.