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Thursday, September 10, 2009 Y 9:16 PM


Today is the end of the 5day wake. I cried again. Once at midnight, Once before they close the coffin, Once when we are walking behind the van which is bringing the coffin. And many times at Mandai Crematorium and Columbarium.

Many things happened.
As we prepared the Pink packets the past few days. My cousins and i added a $2 into the usual pack of $2s. Meaning to say. All the pink packet was with $2 while 1 have $4. And we said that. Whoever gets the $4 means that Grandma is watching over him/her. And will make sure that he/she will be well and safe. A 1 in a 100 chance to get the $4. Cause there is 100 pink packets. What made is even harder was that we spread the pink packets all over the table mess it up and we collected it back.

On Monday night. My uncle said he wanted to ask Grandma for 4D and he went to sleep beside her. After that he woke up at 4am saying that the number was below the coffin. My cousin and i got nothing to do. So we decided to kill boredom by looking for numbers under the coffin. Which was made up of scratches. The number is ****... And it is also the last four digit of 2 of the telephone numbers of their phonebook!

On Tuesday night, My uncle rent that extra space that was not needed for that day to some idiots and he pushed the blame to my dad. Same thing happened this morning. Lucky they wasn't caught. If not. I make sure my uncle wouldn't get out of this matter as well.

Usual quarrel among the adults over money matters. Cause each of them needs to fork out extra sum of $$ for the wake which was first paid by my dad. They argued for at least 1 whole hour and i fell asleep! Home by 7pm, eat and now I'm going to rest my tired souls for FTT trail test and Driving lessons tomorrow. Tata.

I promised my grandma silently just now that i would be strong. No more tears. Cause she don't want me to be like that. Yes. I got the pack with the $4. And I'm keeping it as safely as i can. Cause she is watching over me. =) Do you believe in life after death?





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