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lazyNow Playing: Michael Bolton - Can I Touch You There
So... my grandmother passed away last Thursday the 10th.
My sister woke me up at 6:30am on that day and told me that we had to rush to the hospital as something was up with grandmother. So I just washed up and left. We arrived there at University Hospital at 6:50am and I saw the doctor which talking to my aunties who were already there. It was not a good scene. What I feared had happened. My grandmother had in fact passed away. The whole room was emotional except for me. I wish I could have cried at that time but my body's defect prevented me from doing so. No matter how hurt I feel, I cannot cry. It just does not seem to function for me anymore.
My parents, sister and two aunties went back to my grandmother's house originally to get her clothes to dress her before putting her body in a casket. While I stayed behind with my two other aunties to settle the bill and all. The entire process seemed eternity to me. The whole day was dark and gloomy.
While waiting to a certain point, one of my aunties who stayed behind told my dad not to bother coming back with the clothes and that it would be faster and more convenient to just bring the body back to the house and settle everything there instead for at that time, it was already day time and was rush hour too.
My dad came to pick me up and we headed back to my grandmother's place. I then followed my dad to go get some breakfast. I was freaking hungry already before and my dad somehow managed to read my mind. My grandmother's house is somewhat at the foot of Bukit Bintang. We walked up to Bukit Bintang and bought nasi lemak from a road side stall, which I give credit, was very good in terms of taste, price and portion. We then walked back down and ate at a makeshift stall owned by some indian guy who seemed to focus on selling drinks. I asked my dad how come that it is not usually pay per arrival of drinks. My dad said that he had often come to this place ever since he was a kid and that the owner knew him. I was impressed. It was then I realized nothing much has changed in that area. It seemed as if time stood still.
I managed to catch up with my cousin Justin, who went to the same primary and secondary school as I. After a while my family went home and would return later in the evening for the memorial service.
My eldest aunty; my dad's eldest sister showed me off to her neighbours who came for the memorial. She used to look after me when I was a few years old. My parents were always busy working and doing their own stuff so they sent me to my aunty to be looked after.
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Friday 11th - The Official Service(?)
My family went back to KL to my grandmother's house to get ready for the service. Chloe and Alex had arrived that morning; one day earlier than they had originally plan due to the unforseen circumstance. They were sleeping when I arrived. Shortly after,
Bee Lee arrived. He came straight from work but was at least a couple of hours too early for the service. He said he came early to avoid the jam. So we went to Little Havana, which was right beside my grandmother's house for a drink. We went with my sister. Bee Lee ordered a pitcher of beer. I had two glasses on an empty stomach. When I tried to get up, I felt dizzy and my vision was blurred for a short while. It was funny. Could I have been on my way to becoming drunk? After that I walked with Bee Lee to Bukit Bintang and ate KFC for dinner. I felt so much better after that. Never drink on an empty stomach!
The service soon started and my Young Adult members and friends showed up one by one. I was very touched and glad that they showed up. Furthermore members from my church came too. I hope my father would have been moved by their kind gesture.
One of my church members whom I was suppose to help with assembling computers for him came as well. As predicted, he actually had the "decency" to asked me if I had finished getting a quotation for him. I will leave it at that. I shall maintain my tolerance.
Literally all my relatives; aunties, uncles and cousins were there. I was quite happy that I got to have reunion with all of them.
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Saturday 12th - The Funeral/Burial
Woke up early in the morning and went to KL again. We had a short funeral service. Towards the end of the service, the pastor was advertising about the various services held at his church. My cousin Justin and I were like... WTF!?
The entire family rode a rented school bus to the cemetery where my grandfather was buried. My grandmother was to be buried beside him.
The cemetery was somewhere in Sungai Besi. According to my father, that place used to be a chinese area until there was a military camp there and so it is... not a chinese area anymore. We had some difficulties getting there because inconsiderate bastards parked on the side of roads where they were not supposed to be parking.
When we arrived at the cemetery. I saw alot of tombstones which had pictures of the deceased on them all broken. Apparently the kids that lived nearby used as target practice for their slingshots. It was a chinese cemetery so obviously the kids were not chinese. As that area was inhabited by non-chinese. Excuse me a bit, I am being politically correct or safe here.
My father said that my grandfather's grave was very unique compared to others over there that he had followed the proper chinese style which I am assuming based from China. My grandfather was supposedly a very knowledgable person in Taoism and that people would often seek his advise on how to hold proper funerals.
After the burial, we went back to my grandmother's place for lunch. One of my aunties suggested another family dinner later that day. At this point of time I was kind of tired of traveling to KL so often eventhough I was not driving. So I told them I would not be able to make it and went for my church's music rehearsal instead.
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Sunday was as usual. Church service and lunch after with my friends.
Bee Lee stopped by Comics Corner near Atria after lunch. All these years I never knew where the heck that Comics Corner was in the Atria area. Now I did. The keeper of the shop was a familiar face. Some old uncle whom used to visit my friend who was the keeper of Comics Corner at the Plaza Yow Chuan @ Ampang. That old uncle and an old aunty; whom keeps the Comics Corner at Subang Jaya use to visit my friend at Ampang every now and then. I know because I used to hang out over there quite often after my school hours. Which reminded me, that I should go visit my friend soon.
Later in the night, we had dinner with some of my aunties and my cousins Chloe & Alex (they're married couple; Alex is my cousin in law).
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If you think that was it. No... we had another dinner yesterday night near my grandmother's place again with maybe two-third of the entire family. This time it was a farewell dinner for my eldest uncle; my dad's eldest brother who came from Perth, Australia.
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I had lunch at One Utama with Shawn today to collect some fees from him. After lunch we went to arcade place thingy beside GSC.
I tried this beat game where you had to press buttons according to the timing of the scrolling bars on the screen. Like o2jam if you will. The freaking thing was in japanese. I accidentally chose hardest level and chose some song. The bars went by so fast and I did not even know what happened. Five seconds later, it was the game over screen. Hilarious!
It has indeed been a long few days for me. Today I am feeling so lazy. Even watching animes or playing games seem like hard work to me now. I will have to go to Low Yat tomorrow to get quotations for that church guy and also work on my curriculum vitae.
Studying days are over!
By the way there are more details during the whole funeral event but I am just too tired to type them all out.