if i may share. i will share. thats what my teacher always said. she drilled it in. into my mind. so i could never forget. i shall share. the story. a true life-story. do not laugh. do not scoff. it aint funny. its tragic. and i wouldnt wish it on any of u.
i was in school.perhaps 2 years ago.the call came.swift and strong.i left the school,anxiously,hurriedly,worriedly.word came from my mothers side of the family,all the way over in malaysia,that my grandmother,aged 85,suffered a massive stroke and was warded into the ICU over in Sabah.we all rushed over,hoping,praying we were'nt too late.we made it there,just barely.she was taking her last breaths.we each stepped forward,first her children,then her in-laws and finally,the grandchildren,over 30 of them,each solemn face,knowing the dire situation.we listened with care at her forced words of wisdom over us, and each got our private blessings,not to be known to others.i was the last one.she grasped my hand firmly in her withered hand,gave a shudder,and her hand went limp.on this,everyone rushed forward and i cant describe the feeling i had at that moment.the feeling of utter helplessness.of a pain so great it threatened to rip my heart in two.i lost a loved one for the first time in my life,and it hurt.alot.i never really forgot that pain,its just in me all the time,lying low,not dormant,until something sparks it off.like the loss of someone else.
i realized my reality,10.48pm,a certain tuesday
{{ 6/19/2007 10:20:00 pm -
Her heart is still bleeding}
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.Do what you want to do,for the world has many hypocrites.
.Dance like you noone's watching,love like tomorrow's the end.
.True love waits.
.Don't always think cos shes always smiling happily outside that she isn't crying her heart out inside, where you cannot see her.
