Hospital visit in Ipoh turned funeral

ohmygod there's SOSOSO much to blog about i dont know how to start .

basically i got (very reluctantly) forced outta my house on a saturday morning because my dad had just received a called from my uncle that my grandma's condition was really very serious and we had to go see her right away . yeah . causing me to miss my CONCERT which i paid 25 BUCKS for AND the parade on monday . and i WENT FOR EVERY SINGLE F***ED up rehearsal . how fair is that ? well . that's besides the point .

Saturday, 14th January
6 long hours on the car . then straight to the hospital . i hate the hospital , it's very .. lc . no air con , and about 10 beds on a ward . very lowclass . hospitals in ipoh ..

anyway . first time i saw someone on her deathbed . my grandma was on life support , and it was really terrible . artificifial breathing , can you believe it ? yeah and i got a little upset . then we left for the hotel 'cos it was getting late . i didn't sleep well that night . the aircon was too cold .

Sunday, 15th January
breakfast at the Syuen , then we went to my grandma's house to sit around for a while . there were cobwebs on my grandpa's altar with the clock stopped at 6:06:43 . had a fun time looking at the photo albums ; there were full of my aunt's photos . and i discovered that my dad was a prefect and came in first for a lot of races when he was still studying in ipoh . oh well . makes me feel very pathetic . and my parents' too ! my mum wore this very disgusting pair of glasses when she was young hehe . but that's besides the point .

then we went to the hospital to visit my grandma again . this time most of my relatives were there and my aunts were quite upset . they were crying and my smallest aunt cried the most . she made me cry as well . though she was talking in hakka ( which i dont understand though im a hakka ) but she was holding this gold bracelet and crying like it was the end of the world . very touching .. she was asking my grandma to respond and stuff . though my uncles and my dad didn't cry , i could see that they were very stressed . men can't cry ! very sissy . but then again , that's besides the point .

Monday, 16th January
Breakfast at the Syuen, then set off for Singapore . we had already reached Bidor when my dad received two phone calls ; one was to inform him that my grandma's condition was deteriorating and the second to inform him that she had died . kinda shocking .. it was like we were eating wanton noodles at a coffee shop and suddenly my dad hung up and said,

" Ah por si liao. " ( which means "Grandma died already " )

i stared at him for a while to fully digest what he said . he said it in a very calm tone , like it was nothing . made me even more confused . drove back to Ipoh and my dad teared a bit when he saw my grandma's dead body being carted into the house . very sad ..

the first day we just repeated 'amitabha' again and again , over and over . made my legs ache like shit .

Tuesday , 17th January
basically it was just going back to my grandma's house , wasting the whole afternoon away , then 'nian jing' . very irritating . recited SIXTY PAGES OF STUFF . my throat was feeling very sore after that .

my mum heard that if we didn't cut our hair tomorrow , we would have to wait for three weeks to cut it again . she was shocked and decided to force us to cut our hair the next day .

Wednesday, 18th January
I GOT MY HAIR CUT BY A FUCKING TRANSVESTITE . set off to look for a hair salon and we found one that looked high class so we went in . it's called F.I.R . -_- again , that's besides the point .

so we went in ( did i just say that ? ) and saw a group of people sitting at a table near the door . my mum asked how much it would cost to cut our hair , and a MAN/WOMAN stood up . i put ' MAN/WOMAN' because initially i thought he/she was a WOMAN . but when he/she spoke it was in a GUY'S VOICE . i was like STUNNED lah . didn't know how to react . then i was the first to get my hair cut by him/her ( shit i don't know whether to say him or her . i shall regard him as a woman then , since he's so keen on being a freaking WOMAN . ) she proceeded to guide me to a chair and i sat down . she kept talking to me and i didn't know what to say . kept calling me a leng lui , and i didn't know what that meant until she expained that it actually meant chiobu . then i was like -_- and i gave her a lot of forced smiles because she was acting all shu nu and talking so goddamned softly that i couldnt hear anything . finally she couldn't stand it anymore and told me,

"eh ni bu yao yi zhi gei wo na zhong ying chou de xiao" ( which means " hey stop giving me that kind of face " )

LMAO ! then i gave her a smile that lasted longer than my previous ones . when she was done with my hair i got a shock of my life ; my fringe !!! oh my precious lovely fringe had all been cut away ! was sosososo short ! i got scared just looking at myself haha . then went back to my grandma's house , SIXTY PAGES again , then went back to the hotel to sleep . the next day my grandma would 'move house' , which means get buried lah .

Thursday, 19th January
breakfast at the Syuen ( it's been like that for the whole week , so fucking sian i tell you ) then went to my grandma's house to do some rites . collected a lot of stuff ; a plastic bag , red string to tie around our right wrist , a cloth to wipe our sweat away and stuff like that . after that we followed the coffin van to the junction (sun was very hot , i swear i've gotten tanner ) , then boarded the bus to the burial place ( was about five minutes by bus ) and the people put the coffin into the hole . we had to grab a handful of soil and throw it at the coffin , wiping our hands on your PANTS and not on your other hand . then had to step over the fire then it was over . back to the house to eat and change .

Friday, 20th January
breakfast at the Syuen AGAIN , then BACK TO SINGAPORE ! woots . i missed everyone like crazy ! platoon mates , classmates , everyone ! i missed everyone until i practically jumped whenever i received an sms . -hugs everyone i know-

redundant facts :
1) i noticed a certain Restoran Ka Lok . Enough said .
2) im related to a certain 'Fong Yee' heh .
3) my brothers Kumon teacher said that in NS you get to PITCH TENTS . it sounds sosososo weird ! almost .. cute . oh my . my brother will have a warped impression of NS from now on .
4) I dreamt about ZIXI ! she helped us to develop some photos of our platoon . don't know what it means ..
5) played with my cousins .. soft toys . they threw soft toys and plastic bags up so the fan and tried to get them down again . childish stuff but i played along . oh well .
6) my mum says im over confident , that i think everyone likes me , that im childish . to cut it short im IRRITATING . i hate people who think im irritating . hey i go a bit overboard on the 'noise creation' side but i am NOT FUCKING IRRITATING . if im irritating just get AWAY from me , loser . i like making noise , so what ? it livens up the atmosphere . grr .

can't remember anymore . oh well . i shall change my template ! hehe . to something nicer . i see got what lah . im receiving complaints already .