Sunday, April 22, 2012 11:41 PM
Get a grip.
Hello earthlings.
I've just ended a game of LoL with Daniel, and it was the funniest game ever. Why? Because some vietnamese was talking to the bots by himself, and he came into our lane. The best part was when he said,
"I no take your port you take my port"
Port? Was he docking a ship? Oh my goodness.
Anyway, playing with Daniel always leads me to Rampage. Other than that, it's just slain slain slain. Thank you to him for being such a good teacherrrr.
And,
I was browsing through my cousin's facebook photos just recently, when I saw a picture of my late grandmother.
My heart stang.
It has been really long since she's left us, and I still remembered all the memories that she had given me. Every weekend, I'll spend the day at her house, and she'll greet me at the front door with Kopi-o sweets. They were my favourite at that point of time, and I never fail to bring back a whole packet of it, simply because she'l go down to the minimart just to buy them for me before I go home.
I remember how I loved sunny-side up eggs, and how I requested for them at different times of the day. Again, she'll cook them for me.
At the age of 60, her health deteriorated. She started blacking out, and she could no longer cook. Moments spent playing and bringing me down to the grocery store were history. She spent most of her time lying on the bed, waking up only to have her meals.
As I look back at the tiny pink bunny bolster on my bed now, tears simply welled up my eyes.
On a rainy saturday night, she took an umbrella, and went out to get that bolster for me, when she was having a fever. Just because she knew that I was moving house, and I had no bolster to sleep with. that bolster wasn't anything expensive or fancy, but throughout these years, I still sleep with it. Because it was from her, and because it was the last gift I ever recieved from her.
Shortly after, Leukemia claimed her life away. She died on October 13, a day before my birthday.
I remember playing in the living room, with doctors and nurses coming into the house. My cousins trying to distract me from the whole scene, with plastic smiles on their faces, diverting my attention by talking to me. Something was wrong.
Everyone crowded outside her bedroom, and when my cousin went to the toilet, I took the opportunity to run to her bedroom door, only to hear her pronounced as dead.
Dead.
I was so young back then, and that word rang through my mind. I saw her lying on the bed, with my cousins rushing in, holding her hands, begging her to wake up.
I remember my knees failing me, my hands clutching onto the door frame, slipping downwards.
"Where's Nat?"
I heard.
I started wailing, and making my way to her, on the floor, when I was pulled away.
They didn't let me get near, and all of them hugged and constrained me as we cried.
I called my mother, and upon hearing the news that her own mother was dead, she broke down on the phone.
I was sent home after that.
And on that year, it was the saddest birthday I ever had.
Looking through my cousin's photos, it certaintly brought a lot of flashbacks.
It made me ponder, on how one's life can be so easily taken away. I never told my grandmother that I loved her or appreciated her, I simply thought that the hugs and the goodbye kisses were enough.
And I regretted it.
Cherish your loved ones today, before it's too late.
A simple 'Thank you' or 'I love you' could really mean a lot.
Thank you grandma, those were fond memories, and those sunny-side up eggs, they were the best I've ever eaten. I love you.
Wherever you are, I hope that you're happy.
Love,
林億
