*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Thursday, March 17, 2011 @ 1:58 AM
may your soul rest in peace.my dear uncle micky, you were kind and always nice to me. always smiling and warm. when i was studying in cheras, you would always give me pocket money although you yourself wasn't in a good condition. you had all sort of illness. diabetes, heart problem, and had to undergo CAPD everyday. then you had your leg amputated. recently, another one was amputated as well. but this time, you didn't make it through. you fell into depression and passed away, today. i was in my class when i received that sad sms from mom. i thought about how friendly and gracious you were to me. and how strong you used to be and how weak you have become. how much you've suffered and how it is sad and yet relieving at the same time that you're free from your earthly sufferings now. may you be in heaven , healthy and happy... if heaven does exist. if it does not, wherever you are now... may your soul be free till the end of time. actually i had this bad feelings that you'll go soon... i don't know why. i had this urge to give you a call but i was scared... because you're depressed. i didn't dare to ask "how are you?" when the answer was obvious. so i waited. but i didn't get a chance to say a goodbye this time. i vividly remember the last goodbye i said to you. it was during chinese new year. a few months back. you were in your room , lying on the bed. i entered and bade you goodbye and asked you to take care. you wish me well and safe journey. i wish we would have talked more. but it's okay. we'll meet each other again. maybe years later. :( rest in peace, my dear uncle. you will be missed dearly. Labels: footprints, r.i.p |