It's been far too long.

He suggested that we have breakfast at 10th Mile before I send him home. So we stop by for a late breakfast. I had kolo mee in red sauce and he had mee pok dry.

Maybe it was the Baron To Taiyou by Kanno Youko or Celiane by Gabriela Robin that was playing in the car, or maybe it's that old-town look of the coffeeshop where we had breakfast together but I felt a warm nostalgia coming.

Grandpa and I haven't had breakfast together in a long time. It was nice to be able to have breakfast with him, even though I'm not the breakfast kind of guy. He was happy when he talked and joked with people at the shophouses there.

Then I drove him back home. Though I wished that he'd stay with us back home but i guess being back in the old house up on a hill on the edge Quob area is home to him. We didnt talk much. Rather, I wasn't doing much of the talking. I would just listen, and join in the conversation.

I drove home on the intention to write this down because I cant trust my brain to remember this.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming. THIS happened.
Psycho Teddy Bear Triceratops pilot must DIIEE!!! DIEE he MUST! For I am ZIIIM!!!!
And I watched too much Zim.
I got death monkeys in my head. WHEEE! HEEE! HEE!!! :P~