Friday, December 08, 2006
disaster. went for tuition in the afternoon... cam back at about 5.45pm... read a bit, waited for mummy to come back. when she came back, we prepared to eat dinner.... but at 6.45pm, the phone rang. i picked it up. it was uncle... i passed the phone to mummy and went to eat dinner, but felt dread in my stomach... illogical. when mummy came back to the kitchen, she was rushing.. said that popo fell in the toilet and cant seem to speak. called the ambulance already. mummy and daddy rushed off to the hospital. had to feed the dog then went to chinese tuition... i suppose that my recently watching tuesdays with morrie is God's way of preparing me for this... for the last few months, i always had the feeling that every time i said goodbye to my popo was my last... crying now.... can barely see the words i'm typing... the irony of it... i was reading the book Sarek, just finished it... Amanda, Sarek's wife, Spock's mother, died in that novel.. it showed how they coped.... gotta pause here... losing control... i came back at about 9.30pm... at 9.40pm, daddy called.. said that popo had passed away... was okay at first... the i lost control and went upstairs toilet... cried... chacha came up to me, she was also crying.... i think i'm gonna stop this post now... later.x It´s been a long time,
but my time is finally near
at 10:38 pm