Strange old man
The strange old man is my paternal grand-dad. He had stroke a month ago, he has been the cause for the disagreement with my dad 2 weeks ago as well as few moments ago. Dad was nagging that why sis and I didnt even ask or pay paternal grand-dad a visit. Frankly sis and i just cant be really bothered about that.
In fact, sis and i wasnt close to him. This old man has got 10 children with the number 11th child who is my dad as an adopted child many decades ago. His bias eyes only favors the sons and grandsons in the family. In his eyes, it seems that dad was being adopted to resign the fate of a slave. He was ill-treated back then, strange old man was unreasonably bias towards myself. I cant say that i hate him but true enough i do not like him either. In recent years, it seems that things are getting better, Of COURSE . . . as among his children, it ended up to be my dad to be more successful in business.
Strange Young man
It was in amid of family discussion when the strange young man pops in with a sms. I should call him EG. The sms came with an invite out for drink at 3am in the morning. Its strange. When i asked him where the hell offers drinks at 3am in the morning on a Tue night. He offered his "humble home" Thanks and i rejected it without euphemism. It really put me on thought that is he the EG i used to know? Or Ry was right about him. He's just another jerk? Anyway i wouldnt care much, his name just shoot across as an acquittance. The smses chat continued. I found out that he runs a dance and music instructing team to various schools locally JCs, labelled secondary schools etc, spontaneously i asked if he is interested to sponsor a short film for an international platform. The answer is uncertain, and he wants to talk about it in detail. How truthful that is i wouldnt know until i get to meet him up in person.
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