Tuesday, November 20, 2007, 11:51 PM
Only I can come up with that kind of title. wtf. There were 100 flowers sent to my old house at Ukay Heights from Saturday to Monday O.O My grandfather had 200. What's with decrease in number? Hmm, flowers are expensive. [click image for larger view]
Flowers lined on the side of the road to the house.
More flowers. It's parking lot, btw.
"Bak Kam", people! It's for charity.
That was how my old house looked like. Her coffin was in the house.
We are cousins =) Cute leh? Ken Hei (5 yrs old), Jey Tse (6 yrs old) and Alex [Alexandra] (6 yrs old).
Ken Hei! He talks so much crap lah. Disturbing everyone. But he's still everybody's sunshine.
I swear I'm going to collapse soon. Pray from day to night. I go home at 1 am. Sleep at 3 am and I have to wake up so damn early. Anyway..
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20/11/07 (Tues.)
Today was Burial Day. A lot of people came. Sorry, no pictures. Wasn't in the mood. Ok lah, there was this band from Nirvana, mostly played by old men =.= I laughed at them. wtf was I thinking? They played 'Shi Shang Zhi You Ma Ma Hao' (shoot yourself if you don't know this song) and ' Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin' (shoot yourself AGAIN if you don't know this song). I suddenly cried when I heard that song. It was her favourite song. She likes karaoke.
Then, we went in the see her for the last time before they cover the coffin. My aunties were already in tears. When it was time for us to pray when the coffin came out, I cried, both my aunties cried, my little cousin Jay Tse cried and someone unknown people (my so called relatives). I seriously cried like (can't put in words). Hmm, ok, I can't stop my tears from coming out. We had to go rounds circling the coffin wearing socks on the tar road at my old house.
Journey begins
Chinese tradition. My uncle, dad and bro held onto the coffin car (whatever you call it lah). The rest of us followed behind. We walked on socks under the hot sun from our house to the Chinese Embassy. With drums and the old-men- band. Anyway, it wasn't that far. A lot of people followed the walk.
At the end, we all got into our respective cars and headed to Nirvana. The best part was, we had traffic police to help us direct traffic. Talking abt VIP coming through. Which means, NO RED LIGHTS! NO TRAFFIC JAM! I bet those people were swearing at us =.= I counted there were 20 cars following the coffin car, but my dad said there were 29 cars. I don't know lah. Wait, and 1 Bas Pekerja. For people who needed transport. Imagine that scene. Haha.
Nirvana (Semenyih)
We passed by Kajang Perdana. AHAHAHA. It reminded me of something funny and wild. Hmm, Alex. He drives people crazy. lols. We reached Nirvana abt 1 hour later. And all they could do was serve us with roasted pork. I felt sick after that =.= They lined the long steps (from the ground level to the top level where my granddad's grave was) with all the flowers people gave. I repeat, 100 in total =) It looked so nice. I'm sure grandma is very happy. So they carried on with the burying ceremony, where we had to throw soil.
Ukay Heights
Ok, then we left. Slept in the car like a pig and reached the house an hour later. After taking food (hire Classic Caterers! they're good), it started raining. How nice. But it's suppose to bring good luck, so yeah.
I cried again when I saw some sort video clips of her (in my comp) during our b'days and stuff. I promise I'll stop crying now. I'm happy for her, she's free from all the pain in the world.
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OBITUARY
Check the Sunday newspaper (18/11/07), there's my grandma's obituary.
The Star: pg N 52
New Straits Time: pg 56
Sin Chew: I forgot
Nanyang Siang Pau: I forgot also
*special thanks to some other companies which put up the obituary as well.
special thanks to some people who wrote some article about her in the Nanyang Paper.
and also, thanks for the flowers.
and thanks for coming to pay last respect to her.
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Anyway, I'll stop here. Enough crap for today. I'm tired. Been on the run for a few days. Time out!
p.s. Thanks so much you guys. I appreciate it =)
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