Just came back from a gathering at auntie's new house. Turn out that we uncovered a board game that was missing for around five years when we help shift some of the stuff. Five long years... The condition of the game still looks okie enough. Got one of the younger cousins (primary) to join in the game.

As usual, the young ones are a little zealous, crushing and bending the fragile cards, which could possibly be older than them, with their little fingers. Have to instill game discipline into them, less they destroy the game they're playing.

Considering. The board game has been hidden in some container in my auntie's old house all the while. And i was turning my house inside out, back then, to find the board game. Only god knows how many times i opened the refrigerator door to peek in and hope that someone placed the game in there.

I know it sounds weird, but sometimes, when i can't find things, i get it in my head that someone put the thing i'm looking for into the refrigerator. Kind of desperation. Kind of hopelessness. Kind of hungry too. It gets rewarding, that if i can't find that which i'm looking for, atleast i could grab a bite...

Um... dun ask me what i have gone looking for in the refrigerator. You can never imagine...