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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 8:40 PM
date: Friday, March 17, 2006
d typed : yepp im back in bukit merah now. gosh how i missed my own house, the toilet at my grandma's sucks. wont take my toilet for granted ever again. anws heres, a small thank you thingy even though ive put one on the tag board. those people who've tagged at the tag board, have had their names mentioned already. the phone,sms & msn people, im not sure if ive got everyone here, but thanks DIANA, LIYANA, MASLIANA IC & SEC 4 SQUAD, YJ, VALERIE AND MY MORTALS. :) a two day stay at my grandma's house. but had my brother and cousins & my tablet for company. my cousin brought over grand theft auto 3 and was really fun stealing cars, sniping people and doing the mafia missions. atleast it took our minds off from all crying, wailing etc at the funeral. yeah should proabably summaries & narrate what happened. get ready for a long story. so i arrived on wednesday noon, around three. i was thinking as i went up the lift, gosh i cant see her body. i cant see it icantseeit. but then i knew i had to make it some how, or i would be given lectures on showing respect. yeah so i came out of the lift, 8th storey, saw the open door and typical blue plastic chairs outside. felt really mixed up. but i finally stepped in, i avoided her body the whole time. kept my eyes on my brother infront of me. lucky hes taller than me. my grand ma and aunts were already crying and stuff. im telling you, indian funerals can really bring out the emotions in you. espescially the cold hard reality of the passed away person that they throw back at you. me and my brother hung out in the room. my grandma kept repeating the conversations she had with her. i better tell some thing abt my aunt now. she is 39 this year, she is mentally disabled. but she would call everyone everyday. people whom my family didnt even know well and talk to them. she never forgot any one's birthday. every year on my birthday, my mother would say, even before i go and bathe. 'eh come here, aunt wants to wish you happy birthday!', but this year i dont think so. the climax was when my aunt from australia came. she thot my aunt was in a coma cos my other aunts didnt want to tell her cos she's very emotional. i guess she already knew in the lift when my father drove her to my grandma's house instead of the hospital. she started screaming i wont see her, i cant see my own sister dead and stuff. later my two uncles dragged her in. she then ran to my passed away aunt and started screaming at her to wake up and was like see your sister is here, wake up! that kind of thing lah. the whole house damn havoc man, all the numerous people were crying. even my uncles were tearing. just like in the movies. must be in the blood to scream like that. it continued till around midnight, got intervals before one of my aunts rmbr sth abt my passed away aunt and they all flash back and cry because my passed away aunt cant do it anymore. yeah the house quite packed cos we had to sleep overnight, my aunt's body had to be in the house for 14 hours or sth. i slept in the room while all my aunts and grandma slept in hall near my aunt's body. they made me fan my aunt's body saying that she wont like it if she got too hot, i felt quite mixed when i saw them behaving like my aunt was just sleeping. yeah then finally slept with my cousins on the floor. next morning, i will fast forward it to the part where we put her washed body while she was wearing her favourite clothes into her coffin. we dont know how but by then, the house was so frigging packed. people piled in like i dont know, even my crying aunts were surprised. and then we got so much garlands till the coffin was filled chockful with flowers. yeah my brother was one of the coffin carriers,they carried it all the way down to the car thingy. and my aunts wouldnt let go of the car. and we got flowers to throw but i got some pink roses too late so i left them on the ground. then went up and cleaned the house. i saw that my roses were still there from the window. and later, after my aunts had totally calmed down, served the food, played more grand theft auto and then slept there. yeah but the funeral was much more than that. i saw people i knew and those i didnt, all coming cos of my aunt. we'll miss her more than she can ever imagine.