Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Like Toy Soldiers.
Fuck up luh.
Sigh : really explains the past few days actually. On Wednesday morning I received the news that my uncle passed away. I woke up to 2 missed calls from my aunts 1am in the morning. It didn't exactly come as a shock, it was sort of expected by everyone in the family. He had been struggling with some kind of tumor in his brain that made him unable to move most parts of his body, well, bed-ridden. He survived through the taking care of and 4 years of chinese medicine, after Western doctors said there was no hope. Then just recently doctors said that his time would be up soon, that to be prepared. And, the time just came.
I wouldn't say I was extremely sad, but just plain downbeat about it. After school days on Wednesday to Friday, I visited the void deck near the home of my aunt's for my uncle's wake. Pretty awkward and sad to say the least, didn't know what to do. My first time attending something like that.
There was supposed to be the AMKsian Family Day on Saturday, something I was extremely looking forward to and what was supposed to be the only upside of the week. But on Friday I found out I had to stay in the void deck of some block in Sembawang, praying and chanting for peace for the whole day. I had no right to complain, but I do have the right to be disappointed, don't' I? I mean, my uncle's passing made everyone's mood slightly damper. I don't think it'd be right to argue with my parents to let me go to some school event rather than mourn the death of my uncle.
Thus, today. I woke up at 7.20 or so. Reached Sembawang at around 8.30. Chanted, prayed. Ate, walked around. Used my phone, talked on the phone. Chanting. Walk to the coffee shop, play at the background with some relatives. More chanting. More mourning. Chatted with relatives, reached home at 12 at night. It is now 1am in the morning, and as I scroll through my facebook news feed and see all the photos that my friend's have took during Family Day, I can't help but think about what I've missed.
I suppose things happen for a reason, and that I didn't go for some reason. Let's just hope that reason isn't a bad one. Blessing in disguise? Please.
Day of cremation is tomorrow, I should be sleeping early. But instead I'm here rambling on, listening to oldies music on Class 95 FM on my nano.
God, I'm feeling less awesome day by day.
-Renald
Let me get up from this slump, and start striding my way back to awesomeness.
Sigh : really explains the past few days actually. On Wednesday morning I received the news that my uncle passed away. I woke up to 2 missed calls from my aunts 1am in the morning. It didn't exactly come as a shock, it was sort of expected by everyone in the family. He had been struggling with some kind of tumor in his brain that made him unable to move most parts of his body, well, bed-ridden. He survived through the taking care of and 4 years of chinese medicine, after Western doctors said there was no hope. Then just recently doctors said that his time would be up soon, that to be prepared. And, the time just came.
I wouldn't say I was extremely sad, but just plain downbeat about it. After school days on Wednesday to Friday, I visited the void deck near the home of my aunt's for my uncle's wake. Pretty awkward and sad to say the least, didn't know what to do. My first time attending something like that.
There was supposed to be the AMKsian Family Day on Saturday, something I was extremely looking forward to and what was supposed to be the only upside of the week. But on Friday I found out I had to stay in the void deck of some block in Sembawang, praying and chanting for peace for the whole day. I had no right to complain, but I do have the right to be disappointed, don't' I? I mean, my uncle's passing made everyone's mood slightly damper. I don't think it'd be right to argue with my parents to let me go to some school event rather than mourn the death of my uncle.
Thus, today. I woke up at 7.20 or so. Reached Sembawang at around 8.30. Chanted, prayed. Ate, walked around. Used my phone, talked on the phone. Chanting. Walk to the coffee shop, play at the background with some relatives. More chanting. More mourning. Chatted with relatives, reached home at 12 at night. It is now 1am in the morning, and as I scroll through my facebook news feed and see all the photos that my friend's have took during Family Day, I can't help but think about what I've missed.
I suppose things happen for a reason, and that I didn't go for some reason. Let's just hope that reason isn't a bad one. Blessing in disguise? Please.
Day of cremation is tomorrow, I should be sleeping early. But instead I'm here rambling on, listening to oldies music on Class 95 FM on my nano.
God, I'm feeling less awesome day by day.
-Renald
Let me get up from this slump, and start striding my way back to awesomeness.
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