In Memories of David Thong

Doctor told us to be there with her whenever we could, we may not be seeing her again at anytime soon. Her liver is no longer working and needed alot of blood. My heart was crushed when I heard that and I can't do anything to save my Grandma. The fact that she was awake on the bed and talking to us without knowing what is going to happen to herself makes me even more painful like a thousand knifes piercing through my heart. I cried at the hospital. I try to be cheerful infront of her but it hurts even more. I cried every morning since last week. I took the whole week off and going back to Ipoh to see her in the hospital tomorrow. I wish for miracles. I wish I can bring her to KLCC as I promised her long time ago... if she ever make it this time. As for now... I wish everyone could pray for me as I am praying hard for miracles....

I miss crawling into my parent’s bed in the middle of the night. I miss hanging out with the kids at my mom’s home town at Ipoh and play fire crackers shooting at each others. I miss going to my cousin’s house and mess with their toys. I miss my Grandpa's own receipi ice cream and his goatie. I miss bullying my younger sis and get bullied back by my big bro and sis. I miss going to cinema with my Grandma by taking taxi and watch horror movie after school having nightmares after that. I miss going to zoo and museum with my family and relatives. I miss big birthday parties. I miss playing marbles at primary school. I miss capturing spiders from the bushes in primary school and compete with my other friend's spiders. I miss playing ping pong. I miss walking to school. I miss cycling to school. I miss being a scout. I miss playing basketball for my secondary school. I miss riding bikes in the middle of the night with my secondary school friends. I miss riding to Genting, Port Dickson, Malacca, Port Klang etc. I miss hanging out at the back gate after school and flirt with chicks. I miss skipping classes and play snooker. I miss the first time that I smoke. I miss going to the mamak located near my house after school and now a restaurant itself. I miss hanging out at mamak with friends when we do not worry about anything accept for exams in school days and chat for hours till it closes. I miss being a prefect. I miss my school benches. I miss her. I miss my secondary school. I miss playing basketball till I couldn’t see the ball at all coz it was already 8pm. I miss my buddies in secondary school. I miss staying at Genting RIA with 45 others class mates. I miss Grandy’s free refill. I miss Nintendo and Super Mario. I miss... my younger self.