2006-06-12T09:17:00.000-07:00

well, i dun really post about this kinda stuff, so here goes

i was on the 54 today on my way home from skol and as it drove past mt alvernia hospital and i saw this guy smoking and talking on his handphone at the same time. not that i have any problem with smoking or talking on the handphone and stuff, but, jus a word of caution to all smokers, dun smoke la. i noe i sound ridiculous and everything, but this seems appopriate to say this. yeterday in the sunday times, if you read, the comic section "chew on it" featured something on smoking. like how the government is trying to cut down by putting gory pictures on the boxes. like it will work. well. also in conjunction wid this, is my father's death anniversary. its been wad, seven years since his passing, well not exactly, but it will be on friday. the thing that links this all up is that my father was an avid smoker. for as long as i can remember, he smoked. though he tried to keep it to a minium by not smoking in front of my siblings and i, he was still hooked. from my point of view, well, i was kind of young at that time, i thought that maybe, just maybe, he would miraculously stop this one day. but, i guess it wasnt meant to be. when i was 5, he went to australia to study for his masters. i didnt see him for more than half a year, until our whole family went over there to visit him. a few months after we came back, he fell sick and came back. so begins a sad story.. that was in '99, when we found out that he had lung cancer from his long-term smoking habit, i guess we were all shocked. soon after, he checked into the hospital and began wad would be his final months. he went in and out of icu a few times and on the final time, 15th of june 1999,we all kept vigil beside his bed. initially, the doctors didnt let the children in. kinda bummed us sinced we were his kids. after we were let in, by this time it was already into the wee hours of the morning of 16th june 1999, soon after, he breathed his last. i distinctly remember the long line that represented his heartbest coming out from a machine some where above his bed. te line was straight, which meant that his heart stopped beating.everyone cried. especially my mum and grandma. not long after, they chased the kids out and my mum asked someone to bring us home. i remember looking at the clock on the wall when we got home. it was jus slightly before 530 in the morning. surprisingly long time for us to stay up. so for the naxt few days, the funeral was held at the void deck of my block and i remember that there were many, many, many people that came and majority of them i did not noe. imagine, the void deck was so packed that there were not enough chairs to go around thet people stood all around to attend the service.
well, its hard to imagine even for me, that all this happened 7 years ago when i was 6. woah. long post.

hey

2005-12-08T07:52:00.002-08:00

hey people... im changing my blog to this now.. decided the name was getting a bit freaky..

agnes

hey

2005-12-08T07:52:00.001-08:00

hey people... im changing my blog to this now.. decided the name was getting a bit freaky..

agnes

left alone

hey

hey