i guess you can see that i changed my layout...!!
oh well...i decided to do that because..
well..the old layout was really getting...OLD.
i got the layout from Up4Grabs....
but somehow..i'm not able to change the colour of my tagbox...
dunno why...i'll try again later..
oh well...
i'm thinking of changing the site title as well...
i just havent got any nice ones yet...xD
oh well..
ciao~
{ mood } content
Written by YiJern at 11:15 PM.
the internet connection is driving me crazy!!!!
GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
what the heck is streamyx doin?????
ISH!
{ mood } cranky
Written by YiJern at 02:06 PM.
What do I do with my friends?
That can be observed through the below pics.
fight...eat...sleep....pose...funny faces...random pics...
weird poses...
ohhhh yea...
where have all the days went?
p/s: i joined d pics in a hurry...so it's ugly..
{ music } Love Story- Rain
{ mood } dorky
Written by YiJern at 10:29 PM.
This Sunday I would be praying for my both grandfathers who passed away. One 10 years ago, the other 6 years ago.
I'll pray that they'll be happy wherever they are now. Be it in heaven or rebirth as a human. I wish them happiness.
I miss them.
I had quite a lot of memories with my paternal grandfather than my maternal one. That's because my maternal grandfather got into a motorcycle accident and acted more like a helpless child during his final years. He had to recieve treatment, so he along with my grandmother and my uncle's family moved to KL. Thus, not much contact except during Chinese New Years.
My paternal grandfather. He's a real joker. He makes made many jokes which will remain in our hearts forever.
He used to wear sarongs at home. He had a small tuft of silver hair on his head. He had flabby skin out of old age. He had a lovely smile.
During his last day on this earth, he was on the hospital bed in Hospital Fatimah. Many tubes stuck out from him. I wasn't allowed to see him until it's time to go home.
I said goodbye to him and hugged him. For all I know, he's gone the next day. In the coffin, he looked pale with the white blocks of dry ice beside his head. Peaceful. His face read. I was too young to tell that then. (I was only 6)
I remember when we went to the crematorial site. I watched his coffin being pushed into the furnace. I cried. The next day we went to collect his ashes and bones. After that, we made our way to Lumut and let his ashes into the river. I remember getting on the ferry, at the window. I poured the ashes and flowers into the river.
Still, I was too young to really feel sad. Now, I kind of regret it.
While my maternal grandfather is another different story.
I was awaken in the middle of the night by my mother. About 11pm or maybe later. I was told that we're going to KL because he had passed away. I got ready and got into the car.
The sky at night is totaly different. It held many bright stars, shining and glittering in the dark. We went straight to my maternal grandmother's house in Kajang.
Usually when we go there, we'll take some weird route and end up getting further than we intended to. However that night, we didn't get lost in the dark. We went straight there.
We reached about 3am in the morning. I was wide awake. There were people from some Buddhist association chanting some prayers in front of my grandfather's dead body. They took turns chanting throughout the night.
I saw my grandfather's face. It was quite scary. His eyes were open. His mouth too. As if he was gasping for his last breath. His body was covered with a piece of yellow cloth but I could still see his bloated stomach.
The next day, a nun came and conducted some prayers. She told my grandmother that his eyes will slowly close if we keep on chanting. Then, the kids went out of the house because they were changing the clothes for him.
I stood outside with my cousins and my brother. Even so, I could still smell the rotting smell of the body. It was, honestly, horrible. I nearly threw up smelling that.
Then the coffin came and he was placed into the coffin. The smell was gone by then. I remember playing with my younger cousins. I was laughing. I know now that it was wrong. I didn't realise that then. I was only 11.
Later, the coffin was moved into the "van" and we walked behind it slowly until the end of the road. I walked beside my grandmother and my mother. They were crying. My eyes were dry until I saw tears in theirs.
Then we got to the crematorial site. My father drove us there with my uncle's car. It was an automatic geared car. My father didn't realise that he didn't put down the hand brake until quite a while. Amazingly, the car did move.
After the whole thing was over, we wore bright coloured clothes according to tradition. We went home then.
Maybe, if I was closer with him, I would have been better at it.
Anyways, nobody lives forever. Everyone has to go. It's only the matter of time.
{ mood } nostalgic
Written by YiJern at 09:52 PM.
this is a totaly random post..
i was bored...and i do not want to do my holiday homework...
so....
{ music } Scratch on the Heart- Younha
{ show } Gossip Boy MV
{ mood } bored
Written by YiJern at 07:42 PM.