Saturday, July 10, 2010
Rest in Peace, an Atheist said; whilst I'm hoping you may Allah embrace your soul. @ 20:48
A very close relative of mine had just peacefully passed out at about 11.40 AM this day due to a chronic duodenal cancer she had suffered for 3 years, in the age of 62.
I still do remember about mum saying that her problem caused a kind of incapability in both swallowing and digesting foods so that she could only stomach a very soft porridge, to the point of where her body became extremely scraggy and tremendously languid. I clearly do remember that she used to love watching football up until late at midnight and smoking in an enormous amount; which she still frequently did even when she could only sluggishly lay over the bed, in anguish; feeling a flick of helpless affliction which taunted. I really do remember about mum telling that her doctor called her his most obtuse patient; and that mum, me and my brother were the people she looked after the most for she even cried hard once mum was able to pay a visit, months ago; and now that I'm in her empty home...
"Farewell, my Aunt; I and my dearest mother apologize you for being unable to see your chaste state for the very last time. A long journey and an eternal life beyond the promised heaven awaits you ahead, I wish for you to be safe. I entrust you a package of cigarette with a fragrant scent and the most sincere prayers for your soul. Good bye, and thank you. For everything."
We're all His humans who soon will fade; dissolving into the ground.
Labels: Condolence
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Rest in Peace, an Atheist said; whilst I'm hoping you may Allah embrace your soul. @ 20:48
A very close relative of mine had just peacefully passed out at about 11.40 AM this day due to a chronic duodenal cancer she had suffered for 3 years, in the age of 62.
I still do remember about mum saying that her problem caused a kind of incapability in both swallowing and digesting foods so that she could only stomach a very soft porridge, to the point of where her body became extremely scraggy and tremendously languid. I clearly do remember that she used to love watching football up until late at midnight and smoking in an enormous amount; which she still frequently did even when she could only sluggishly lay over the bed, in anguish; feeling a flick of helpless affliction which taunted. I really do remember about mum telling that her doctor called her his most obtuse patient; and that mum, me and my brother were the people she looked after the most for she even cried hard once mum was able to pay a visit, months ago; and now that I'm in her empty home...
"Farewell, my Aunt; I and my dearest mother apologize you for being unable to see your chaste state for the very last time. A long journey and an eternal life beyond the promised heaven awaits you ahead, I wish for you to be safe. I entrust you a package of cigarette with a fragrant scent and the most sincere prayers for your soul. Good bye, and thank you. For everything."
We're all His humans who soon will fade; dissolving into the ground.
Labels: Condolence
i my me mine.
you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.
