This is sooooo not the way I wanted this post to be. It was suppose to be about the recent Raya holidays and etc. But because of sudden unforeseen circumstance,(my grandad passed away)the inspiration sort of vanished...and so it became this.
Getting a week's worth of absence to attend a furneral didn't seem like a bad idea at first. You should understand, It was a really messy week and the idea of meeting my cousins...all of them was really appealing. To be honest I treated it as a vacation.
To me a funeral is rites of passage. Nothing to be overly emotional about. Just to let you know, funerals isn't all crying and wailing. Save that for the movies. The real things isn't that dramatic.
I wouldn't bore you with the details but god our accomodation I am sooooooo not recomending them. Incredibly petty and take advantage of its guest. The only bright side of staying there is that its near to the my uncle's house where the funeral is held. So if you every hear of a place called Batik Homestay...stayyy far away from it. Its not worth your money and time.
This is my grandpa or 'ah kung' as we call him~ Passed away peacefully on 22nd September 2009.~ September 2003, Gold Coast, Australia.
"Death is a point in existence and therefore not the end of existence"
