Betwixt-isms

She went, just like that. No goodbye, no cheeky smile, just breathed her last and went away. That’s it? That’s the end of our years and years together?

        No one to greet me at the door, no one curling up on the orange carpet to sleep while i stayed up, no one to keep me company all day, no one to sayang, no one to scratch the door to come in, no one to find under the sofa anymore. No one to call for meals, no one to find in the car backseat after tuition, no one to take photographs of, no one who comes to me when there’s a storm. No one to refuse taking medicine, no one to hold during visits to the vet, no one to write about, no one to address English assignments to, no one to scratch the floors when trying to get up, no one to carry up and down the stairs, no one to always be there.

        Everyday, as i return home, i keep thinking i’d see her, i’d look under the sofa, in the kitchen, upstairs and she’s not there. And then i see her collar on my table. She’s not going to be there anymore.

        Take care of yourself, i know it’s nice, wherever you are. Goodbye, i’ll miss you.

           Nina passed away on the 12th of August, 9.30 p.m.

    Beloved pet, friend and companion, may you rest in peace.

p/s - thanks guys for your kind words, hugs and prayers. They meant a lot to me.

*****

i’ve got a bone to pick. Heck, i don’t mind if you don’t say anything but you just had to ask for exam tips on the night i messaged you? Would you ask your neighbour to lend you something when there’s a funeral going on right there and then?

"Excuse me for intruding into your relative’s funeral and grief dear neighbour, but could i just borrow some salt? Having a barbeque later."

*****

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You’re free at last.

(Charlie Daniels)
written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

1. yeah, i got it.

2. yes, seriously. checked through the www (tq mr. ng, though i doubt you read this cos you’re not in my contacts anyway, but tq.) and sms.

3. life goes on.

4. i get to handle guns. MUAHAHAHAHAH.. Russia, here i come.

5. parents asked to appeal. nah, what’s the point, still have to go through it right?

6. Yew Tian, if you’re reading; even if there are no hot girls, remember the Spartan body. Can get you the girls after NS. heheh.

7.  ’tis something different. i’m looking on the bright side. seems pretty good to me.

*p/s- thanks for the good luck wishes in the previous post, lou and siew ling. thanks for the link, siew! seems like i can’t reply to comments in my own blog. =.=

on an unrelated note, gosh, i’d very much like to learn baking and eh, Conversation for Dummies. i’d like to travel to Turkey. Why are nice shoes mostly paired with expensive price tags? bah.