Tuesday, November 2, 2010 Y 6:22 AM

dont mention about poor with me .

after the trip back to grandparents place . when my uncles and mum were young .

i am really ashamed of myself ...





1 pack of noodles 6 people share .

they eat pork afew times a year .

cny doesnt mean new clothes .

ah gong still open shop on 1st day of new year .

ah gong cut hair to feed 6 kids .

mum and 1 uncle went to noodle store after they closes to get free soup .

my uncle scavenge the bones used to make soup for noodle when hungry .

all 6 of them were rarely invited to birthdays when young , just cause we're poor .

they eat fruits only when people give , those that was already bad or going to be bad .

some dont finish school cause they cant afford the fees .

one occasion grandma they all have grass in soy sauce to go with porridge for dinner .





my uncle worked from morning till night . very far at some shipping docks .

so usually he da bao rice in the morning and come back for dinner .

friend egg and rice and soy sauce , that was when he was in his 20s??

like wtf?? i spemt 3k on my fucking useless birthday ...

me and david eat out 3 meals when they cook at home . we seriously did them wrong .





uncle ah liung owns few temples there .

he set up sunday schools for everyone , all ages .

his smallest temple is bigger than a soccer field .

very clean and serene .





i went back on friday morning .

we reached at 9 there . nobody dont know him .

we cant be peacefull even when eating noodles .

people bring all types of food . cooked or raw .

fish , chicken , crackers , cakes , bbq wild boar .

he with his shorts and 4 dollars tshirt greets them .

phone kept ringing . its a fairly small town . slightly bigger than jb .

the road and houses , exactly like malaysian houses .

concrete are for rich . normal people live on wood . poor people live on leaves and planks .

uncle told me , one of the chinese new year , the wind blew their house top gone .

many just laughed . many dont care . no one offered lodgings .







those bastards were still alive .

we met them at coffee shop .

uncle franciss told me and david those are the baddies .

those that were okay last time and doing nothing now .

those that looked down on mum and the rest .

i confirmed with uncle .

but its in the blood that we're always polite to people .

uncle do talk to them and help them whenever in need ,

few of their houses were built by uncle .

uncle asked me to introduce myself and shake hand .

: hi , im bing tang's grandson . nice to meet you .