My godmother had her ROM today and Dinner too. I was asked to be her photographer. Had been wondering how as I had a digital camera which was bought 7 years ago in year 2k. It was only 3.2 mega pixels which my camera phone is having the same resolution. Well, I just do my best. I asked Michelle to get camera from her mother in case I can't get good images, maybe she could.
Everything was smooth at the ROM and I got a red packet from my godma. A $120 red packet same as my mum and grandma as they were the witnesses for them. The rest of the relatives who attended got a $20 red packet.
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Soon we left. My dad went to Holland Road to go to a clinic which his siblings recommended for his arm's ache. It was a clinic that was there long time ago and the doctor was pretty old. I was also wondering if I should see for my leg problem. It had not been right. Well, I may seemed be walking normally but sometimes I do feel something is not right esp when I had to run for example to catch the bus. In the end, before I said anything, my dad had already walked off.
The doctor said he injured his ligament. 'Ligament'? Isn't that the same problem for my leg? The doctor told my dad that he must treat it if not it would worsen. And he said that there is no point going to a Chinese physician for 'tui na', etc. Oh dear! I had been going. What should I do? My dad was asked to go back for another consultation. Maybe I should go with him the next time he go if he is going on a weekend.
Anyway, after that, he drove my grandma home and drove me to my ex-workplace where I passed them some 'dou sa bing' that I bought in Malaysia then we went home where I upload the photos.
I was in a hurry and I forgot to bring my cousin's camera. A very bad moves. It was fine at first till my san yi yi and her family came. I was really irritated by that san yi zhang. He came around the table and sat at my tables to chat which was alright. While Michelle and I was munching peanuts especially when I had to take photos when needed and I was hungry, he said that eating peanuts is good. So far so good right. What he said next was gross... He said that the peanuts won't be digested and would come out in faeces while Michelle is still munching.
I was also irritated by him as he kept saying and saying that I am not professional. A professional won't say '1, 2, and 3' before snapping photos. Well, of course I am not a Professional. I am just doing my godmother a favour. He kept thinking that he was the main actor. Wanted to take photos here and there, Wanting to see his photos everytime his pictures was taken and Complaining everytime that my camera's viewing screen was so small, Saying a professional won't take a photo at a tilted angles, etc etc. I was so pissed off that I told him that my camera was bought 7 years ago and that why not he sponsor me with a good camera. I tilted the angles to take nicer photos without the extra stuffs that would be present when taken at normal landscape or portrait. I took at an angles also because my camera is unable to capture all presence. If he is so professional, he could take over my job! He commented that his son's camera's viewing screen was much bigger so why didn't he bring?
He wanted to take a photo of his family. My aunt was in red. His 2 sons too. The other son was in white and he too was in similar color. His sons was sitting down. 2 of them in red are together. My aunt was behind them. After the photos was taken, he said it's not nice. He wanted to swap with my aunt and then he complaint that he looked larger. (-.-)'''
At the end of the dinner, we took a family photos. Again, he said he wanted to see. To see if it's nice. and again complained about the screen. ARGH!!!!!!
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After the dinner and photo taking, we were going home and that two cousins are now sleeping in my room again! Can't even do what I wanted to do in that room. So lost of freedom plus responsibility to look after them.
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