Hari Raya!

Tomorrow is Hari Raya. Yeah...right. I'm not excited for it. Even before the passing of my grandfather, I don't feel like celebrating. So, no new clothes for me. I'm reusing my old ones. However, I do love to weave 'ketupat'. So fun! Hahaha.

Love the song New Classic. Makes me want to dance. Hahaha.









PYT.

Hibernating?

Trying to stay way from internet. Which leave me uncontactable. I broke my phone ironically on the day my grandfather passed away. 2 whole weeks of no human contact. Hahaha. So, the only way to contact me is to e-mail me or catch me on msn. I don't miss my phone much though.

I have create some sort of routine for my day. Which is boring. I'm feeling guilty right now. And unmotivated. Haiz.

Well until something interesting crop up, bye!









Goodbye good times.

There he goes...

I always wonder how would I feel when someone close pass away. Now I know. The feeling of sorrow when thinking how he wouldn't be here in the future.

My grandfather passed away last Saturday. At around 12.30 in the morning. It was sudden. There I was, watching videos on this very laptop, when I heard my grandmother shouted for my sister. Although she called my sister, something, maybe the desperation in my grandmother's voice, made me go to her. What I saw was my grandfather leaning against the door. It's scares me when I can't feel his pulse. I already suspected he was gone by then. I think my grandmother too. Yet, I cling on to this hope that he was still alive, breathing. Ambulance came and take him away. I thought there was hope but was dashed when the doctor confirmed it.

My whole family was here. Unfortunately, my uncle can't make in time for the burial as he have to fly all the way from Jeddah. It was surreal somehow. From time to time, I have to tell myself that Atuk is really gone. I always thought that when this happens, the family will be full with sorrow. Yet, admidst tears, there was laughter. It feels as if it was a family gathering. The difference is that Atuk was not here and it is Ramadhan, the fasting month.

Right now, I feel sad but mostly glad. Sad that Atuk is not here anymore but glad that I manage to spend some time with him. Glad that he does not suffer much when his life is taken away. Glad that he went during the blessed month of Ramadhan

Goodbye Atuk. I miss you.

Say what you want to say before it's too late.