kajang satay! yum yum.. no more. it was quite disappointing having to travel all the way there, anticipating the yum yum-ness of satay and yet, realising that it was just the taste i'll simply get from Ali satay stall somewhere near home. ish. double ish ish. and the worst thing is having someone to tell you that cacing a.k.a worm is one of the ingredient that made the sauce while i'm happily dipping in. thank you kajang! adding to my misery, upon coming back to sunway, i've managed to stay up late, drinking only teh o ice and offered my blood to the thirsty mosquitoes in mamak. having done all the endless feeding, i'm finally back home. relieved! but it's been quite sometime that i havent get to do all these staying out late in mamak listening to craps and laughing my ass off it. so yea, i did enjoyed the laughing my ass off part.
the second part of my blog would be about this guy named chris crocker. bloody funny fella. especially the clip he did entitled "leave britney alone". for anyone who hasnt seen it, go youtube it. he was overly upset over the media and people who dislike britney and he cried asking people to just leave her alone. you should really look at his expression. seth green did a funnier video mocking him and here it is.
that's all for today. i'll post up some pictures of cute little rabbits my lil bro got as his bday present soon. i know i'm boring, bear with it.
my grandma just passed away last saturday. my mom messaged me in the wee saturday morning asking me to go home. i went to uncle roger's house and there she was, covered with a piece of cloth, lying on her favorite lazy chair. my dad slowly unveil the cloth over her head, and we (the grandchildrens) had to tell her that we came to see her. she looked so calm because she went off in her sleep. then, the two days final goodbyes ceremony was done in the house. she was dressed in old chinese robe, slightly make up, and placed in the coffin. the coffin was placed in the center of the living room, allowing any one who wished to see her and bid her last farewell. i've looked into the coffin for quite some time and somehow wished that she was still here with us.
the praying ceremony went on for 2 days. the second day was the teochew praying ceremony. i had no idea what's the dialect but ah ma definitely knows. it was for her that we're praying. there was this unforgettable part where the prayer's all about asking ah ma to cross over the bridge. it touches everybody, including my grandma (mom's side) who attented the ceremony. from the way i see it, it was about the mother, and grandmother who tells her children and grandchildren to be good and that she has to leave now to another side of the world but yet, she will still look out for each and everyone of us here. she still was reluctant to leave because of her love for us, but she has to, that's the right thing to do. when the prayers was going on, i cant help but thinking back of all the things that she'd done, how she was like when she's still here, how much she'd changed when she'd gotten old, how much i missed her.
she was cremated and her bones were placed in an urn in nilai memorial park. some prayers were done there as well, in order to "invite" her to her "new home", it was trully a saddening moment but everybody seems to have finally be able to accept the fact that she's gone. there is yet another prayer to be done in the 7th day pass her death, which will be this friday. we chinese believed that the soul of the dead will come back to visit her loved ones on the 7th day itself before she finally could cross over to the next world.
i've cried again while sitting in the living room just now. thinking back of her is such a hard thing to do because i thought that i could at least had treated her more nicely and all. i'm gonna miss her.
we had another dramatic break-up yesterday. very dramatic indeed with:
a small cause of problem, him raising his voice me, me yelling back uncontrollably, him making things worst by joining in the yelling sensation, me packing my stuff and wanting to leave, him realising things got out of hand and tried to stop me, me insist on leaving, he doubles up the effort holding up the door, me left alas, him beeping me thousands of times, me came to my own sanctuary and cried, him drove all the way and waited in my front door, me not wanting to see his face, him begging me to go back with him, me got soft-hearted and let in, he won.
the night continues with:
him apologizing over and over again, me refuses to even look him in the eye, him giving me all the special treatment, me gave in yet another time, him treating me extra nice, me savouring every moment of this.
because the so-called special treatment will last the longest by 3 days i say. it always does. like he said, it runs in a circle and frankly, i've grown tired of all these. running away takes alot of effort, seeing that i have three quarters of my belongings comfortably sitting at his place now. crying takes a lot of effort too, the more this happens, the more i realised that i've had enough of crying. in fact, i'm done crying over him, tears are getting lesser but heartache stacks up higher. how long more could i take this? only time will tell.
i'm here to talk about sad shit again. first off, i finally realised how it really felt like when that someone who's supposed to care for you not caring anymore. it sucks! yes indeed. erm, actually that's about all the sad shit for the past week. silly as it sounds, i still cant get over the anger i have on that little matter. poor me.
anyways, i think i want to go do my hair tomorrow. that's definitely part of the plan. that is also if i still feel like doing it waking up tomorrow. so the random of me. well, had a pretty bad day today as well. bad luck is what they call it. the boyfriend had suddenly decided that he would like a ride on the lrt after such long time with me to college today, so we parked the car in the lrt station. only to realise that the car park was only meant for staff and guess what?! some fella had let out the wind of the tyres when we got back. holla! flat tyres had left us stranded in the lrt station for a fair bit of time. until i called up a friend of mine that finally had the tool to help us out. lessons learnt today, do not simply park your cars and you cant pump a car tyre using bicycle pump. damn! whole day wasted because of some childish person who had decided to let out the wind of the tyres in show of his frustration or something. very stoopid indeed.
oh yea! i've watched the invasion yesterday night and it was good, surprisingly. the message from the movie itself was kinda good. go watch if you havent watched it already. i'm gonna go smoke up and be merry now. ciao.
