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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Ah Gong's Funeral

After school on Friday, had practice of Kanon, with Brenda, Fabian, and Hui Xian.
It was not bad afterall, for my first prac with them.

This is the song, that I played, with SITI NURULHUDA (who's gone missing for a long long time, but, reconnected via Friendster) at Mr Tong's Orchestra.
It's a long, long song, but with only 8 different repeated notes over and over again, for the cellos.

Therefore, it can be boring at times too.
Well, camwhored with Mr.Hui Xian.
SUPER RANDOM SHOTS.
Shall post when I have the time.

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After this, went back home, and changed to go to Ah Gong's wake.
Didn't go home, and I stayed there all the way till Sunday man.
Only had a few hours of sleep in total in these few days.

Throughout this few days, really spent some great time with a few cousins - Bee Hoon, 'Frankenstein', Ah Gou.
But, for some other cousins, didn't really get the chance to talk to them, or I should say, break that "WALL" between all of us.

As cousins, we should be close to each other.

Why is it that it seems like we don't know each other, or we are like strangers being put together at the same table?

Or even worse, we are strangers who aren't open and friendly at all, despite being put at the same table to interact?

The newer bonded ones - Bee Hoon, Frankenstein, and Ah Gou, we were talking about starting Cousins' Union, or something like that, like meeting out for lunch/dinner, or shopping trips, outings, and such, to build up the relationships.

I wonder when it'll work man..........

Haha.

Saturday was the RITUAL DAY?

Thanks Li Wei and Vincent for coming. (:

Really appreciate the efforts and thoughts of the CG as well. (:

In the afternoon, at around 2, 3+, had the rituals for the sons and daughters, as well as those inner side grandchildren.

At night, it was the ritual for everyone - sons and daughters, grandchildren - inner and external, and even the great grandchildren were not spared.

We'll need to arrange ourselves according to your positions, and according to gender.

As I was one of the oldest who's right at the back, I had to look after the great grandchildren - Phoebe, Ericsson, and Anson.

They're super playful, I tell you.

We also had to throw coins into the basin, which was compulsory during the first and last rounds.

They said, "The more you have left, the better."

Then, we'll have to go and burn those things, like the house, car, maids, money, and etc.

And hit the floor with sticks/rods?, with everyone kneeled down in a circle.

It was Sunday.

Sunday was the important day.

There's the last ritual, the band, the big-headed dolls, and don't know what.

We walked all the way out to the main road, and still, I had to look after Phoebe, Ericsson, and Anson.

As Anson was the youngest and the naughtiest, I really had to hold him properly while we were walking out.

But, because he was very tired, he wasn't really that hyper and such.

In addition, he asked some really cute questions.

A: Why we need to walk? I very tired. Don't want to walk.

Me: Anson, we need to send Lao Gong (how he called my ah gong). He's going to a far, far place.

A: Where is he now?

Me: There *pointed to the coffin*. He's inside.

A: Why walk? Why cannot take bus? You carry me la. I very tired. I want to see the box.

Me: *carried him* Can see the box? Now we walk, later got bus bring us send Lao Gong further away.

A: Yes. Ok. I want to send Lao Gong. I see the bus already. Got 3 leh, 1, 2, 3 *counted*.

Me: Hmmm, clever boy, Anson. You must walk, you know. It's respect and love for Lao Gong leh.

A: Ok, I not tired le. Put me down. I walk.

Me: *put him down* Yi Yi (aunty), why must Lao Gong be inside that box, and so many people must carry him? *I was stunned.* Because a lot of people love Lao Gong. You love Lao Gong also, right? He always buy things for you.

A: Ya, I love him also.

Then he continued to walk, and talk, and play, and look, and focus.

He's just so real, just like any kid.

That's why I like children.

Took bus to Mandai, to the crematorium.

Wah, that place was cool. So peaceful.

When ah gong was about to be cremated, the whole scenerio was so different.

Wailings, tearing, crying, were all present.

Just look at the coffin, being moved into the crematorium (automated), and you'll just feel something in you. At first it was nothing much to me. But, just seeing everyone around me crying, wailing, tearing, my first feelings all came back.

Monday morning, Mum and Dad left home early, to go to meet up with the rest of my relatives, to go back to Mandai to pick up ah gong's ashes.

They said they his bones burnt beautifully.

His remainings had 舍利子/花, which were parts of the Chinese Karma revolution thingy - meaning that if you're someone who'd done a lot of good things in life, you'd have them in your burnt remainings.

Well, don't want to talk much already.

AND AND AND, I'm REALLY, REALLY OK!

I want to do soooooo many things!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAN SI QI!

Love you.

Thanks for everything you've done to me, for me, in me.

Thank God for you.

Labels: ah gong, cousins, friends, people, PRSSCO, thoughts

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