Woke up on Saturday, and I can't remember what I had for lunch that day. Anyway, took a cab to my sister's housewarming, and gave Bernice her present. It's clear what's happening then to an Uncle in the past is happening to me as well. As an uncle who seldom visits, she doesn't recall me. That is the explanation why when an uncle visited me many decades ago, I didn't recognize him. He visited not too often. In fact, I had greeted some of my paternal aunties wrongly.

Had to rush to Simon's after my sister's BBQ, though I wished I had stayed there and called Simon to tell him I won't be turning up. 

I watched Deja Vu on Saturday at 11.45pm at Lot 1, and it finished at about 1.45am or 2am this morning.

It's a pretty interesting show by Denzel Washington about an ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and explosives) agent who's investigating an incident about a ferry which exploded.

Pretty nice show, which led me to Beach Boy's Don't Worry Baby song.

My bag has been packed, and I'm almost ready to travel overseas. All I have to do is ensure that I wake up at 3-4am on Wednesday.

Not that hard, given that at times, I tend to wake up at that hour. 

Had my sixth(?) lesson of guitar today. Man, I've recently found a video of Canon being played on guitar, I wished I knew how to play it.

Dominic is getting better at managing his outburst. I wish he'd continue managing it.

While leaving Watson at Lot 1, met Joyce today. She smiled at me, and it took me a while to recognize her, though by then, she has walked away. It always seem strange that I recognize a lot of people who don't remember me, and now this time, the situation is reversed.

I'm thinking whether I'm cut out to be in doing what I do, because it's not very easy to be politically correct at times.