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Saturday, June 27, 2009

SALUTATIONS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO AMIRUL'S LONG-AWAITED UPDATED POST!


*CROWD GOES WILD AND VIGIROUS*

Today's TOTALLY GLAMOUROUS Feeds:
  • Last Kiss, Goodbye Grandma
  • 3Cs: Competitions, Contests, Concerts
  • 3Ss: Sun, Sand, Sea
  • Love-Urm-So-Much Headlines
  • Salsa Partner Request - Shantelle
  • Hafizah's Birthday Party
  • King of Pop (1958-2009)
  • What's New?
Rohkiah Binte Haji Omar
(1938 - 2009)

She was the sensitive one, entirely devoted for her love
to the beloved and loved. She withstood our rejection to
 her presence. Her tears were always hidden beneath that inevitable
smile of hers, drawn on that beautiful, wrinkled face.
Though, she had always been stubborn for her utterly disgusting habit
of smokes. On the contrary, she has the tendency to crack
those awfully-unfunny jokes, applying so much effort
to see her grand kids smiling, just like she did,
when she was lying, unmovable, on the
still mattress laid on the hard, cold
wooden floor.

My lips kissed.

That laughter, that smile, and those farts she would deny.
It would just seem too fast for her to leave.
It was as if it was just yesterday,
she had crack another so-not-hilarious joke
and farted during the dinner meals. Those unforgettable memories.
Her love would always be sealed within my blood. It would
circulate my being, as hope, as a lesson, as an angel.

26th June 2009
2:45am
Mom received a call from Aunt Azwa.
An unexpected call from Johore Bahru.
Nenek Ibu died in the hospital, a congestive cardiac failure.
The utmost tragic event indeed. She cried, non-stop.
Staying calmed, she told us all. Waking up my father,
and my brothers and I. A hundred thoughts and questions
whirled through my head. I stood silently in the shower.
All getting ready to see her for the last.

Upon arrival, my heart burst, but tears stayed.
Frozen, the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
Observing her clothed in white, with only her face to admire.
I could have hugged her tight if I could, but the sub-conscious
made me scared of her for no valid reason.
Everyone else was just crying, and I just sat quietly.

The burial took place at Jalan Kubur. Approx 10am.
I could have imagined her soul crying for help loudly
to stop burying her in the heavy soil that was about to be
placed on her fragile body. Typing these words has
been hard enough. Thus, I would end it all here.

Rest In Peace dear Nenek.
Hope to see you soon (:


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WOW. My schedule is now packed somuchever.
I have to get ready for the inter-school's badminton competition.
Been training myself with Qistina and Clement as hard as I could.
Hmm. Dancing hasn't been easier either. Going for an Pre-NUS
Dance Audition for the Quad-Youth Dance competition.




The Perceiver


A M I R U L
there's nothing wrong with his name.
He's imperfect, and so are you
Poetry, dancing and digital modeling is his thing.
He fancies piano songs
His dream? Part-time dancer
Full-time earning millions
 If you think you know him,
read his blog and think again.
He's the only witness and the only
person who can judge his life.
This is his blog so click here if you hate it.
He'll be updating quite often. so do keep watch (:


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