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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Every death that happens is emotionally draining.

More emotional than physical, though physically it is too.

Got woken up by mia calling and telling me grandda passed away.

I felt NOTHING.

(shit dont call me heartless it's just shock okay)

Called up sisters and they were alrd otw home. Bathed, dressed, packed whatever was needed.

Daddy called and when I heard him crying, that was when everything felt real.

Sissies came home and then adik drove us to grandda's.

Didn't need to do much cause there were people before us who did everything.

Funeral commenced and makciks so busily comparing their kids' successes and the remaining wealth and the whatever trivial matters these vultures can think of.

Even maids abusing whatever they were given also thrown into the rojak topics, kalahkan mama betul. tsk.

Joke of The Day between me and cousin;

Me : Anak saya doktor, anak awak plak?

Cousin : Anak saya pun doktor, pandai dia inject diri sendiri!

Me : BWAHAHA diabetes kah?!

Cousin : DRUG ADDICT!

Translation ~

Me : My child is a doctor, how about yours?

Cousin : My child also doctor, can inject self very well!

Me : BWAHAHA due to diabetes?

Cousin : DRUG ADDICT!

hahahahahahaha now that eased my irritation with silly relatives.

Went along to the grave and okay dah don't really want to talk about it.

My Yayi.

Allahyarham Haji Shahroon bin Haji Abdullah

aka

Haji Sharon bin Haji Abdullah