I thought in the year of 2016, I should be more truthful and blog about what I truly am thinking, instead of being too selective and careful with my contents. It's going to be a tad more sadistic i guess? maybe not?
As i went back to Malaysia, where my paternal relatives are friend, I can't help but noticed the huge smiles on my grandma's face, then I looked at the altar, where my grandpa is.
He died of TB, Tuber fucking culosis. Does it make any sense? In this fucking day and age. It was about 5 years back? I was with him one weekend and in less than a month he was gone. Tuberculosis, people die from that in Africa, not here. Till today I do not believe he pass because of that.
I asked my folks, they kept avoiding and say stuff like his time was up and he's old but it's tuberculosis, it's only TB... so what the fuck happen?
I hate myself so much then, for being useless, if it was now I'd be able to just transfer him to a Singapore Hospital right now. He did not have cancer, he wasn't suffering, we weren't putting him on machines to breathe, he was just talking crap with me one weekend on lottery tricks, a couple of decades back I was on his back or on his bic and then later, bike. I never had the chance to even pay my dues, he never receive anything from me and he left, just like that.
1.5% death rate TB from 2000, that's including Africa...
He definitely deserves better...
No doubt he squandered gazillions of money from his parents and his children but...
I only remember the guy that was proud of me, brags about me, fed me anything and everything i want. I only remember his back while we cycle down the mud into the town for breakfast...
As i went back to Malaysia, where my paternal relatives are friend, I can't help but noticed the huge smiles on my grandma's face, then I looked at the altar, where my grandpa is.
He died of TB, Tuber fucking culosis. Does it make any sense? In this fucking day and age. It was about 5 years back? I was with him one weekend and in less than a month he was gone. Tuberculosis, people die from that in Africa, not here. Till today I do not believe he pass because of that.
I asked my folks, they kept avoiding and say stuff like his time was up and he's old but it's tuberculosis, it's only TB... so what the fuck happen?
I hate myself so much then, for being useless, if it was now I'd be able to just transfer him to a Singapore Hospital right now. He did not have cancer, he wasn't suffering, we weren't putting him on machines to breathe, he was just talking crap with me one weekend on lottery tricks, a couple of decades back I was on his back or on his bic and then later, bike. I never had the chance to even pay my dues, he never receive anything from me and he left, just like that.
1.5% death rate TB from 2000, that's including Africa...
He definitely deserves better...
No doubt he squandered gazillions of money from his parents and his children but...
I only remember the guy that was proud of me, brags about me, fed me anything and everything i want. I only remember his back while we cycle down the mud into the town for breakfast...
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