First of all, Happy Early Chinese New Year! I'm Asian, yes. :)
Second of all, Happy February!!! Thank God January's gonna be over soon. There were four deaths during this month: first my friend, then my aunt, then my parakeet, and now my goldfish died today. (The parakeet died yesterday.) But I'm so happy the month is gonna end! Maybe all the deaths will end too. I hope so. *crosses fingers*
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Cancer is mean.
You know how my last post mentioned my friend? Well, she died. My friends and I folded a thousand cranes for her, but we were too late (well, we did only have two to three days to fold EVERYTHING). I didn't go to the funeral because while...okay, I realized I didn't give you any background info. So here goes.
My friends and I were planning an event for her-you know, a party-ish thing. That's for friends. But a funeral? It should be more personal: relatives, family, and whatnot. At a funeral everybody goes; at a party, friends go. You know what I mean? So I refused to be polite, since I didn't know her very well, though I knew her sister and her close friends pretty well.
I thought that was it, and after a few days of trauma and grief, my friends and I got over it. But two weeks later, my aunt, who had cancer for years, started failing. I was like "OMG SERIOUSLY" when my mom took an airplane to my aunt's hospital with very short notice. She had two hours to shop, pack up, finish the laundry, washing all the dishes, preparing as much food as possible, and to top it off, she has to pick me up. We didn't even have time to say good-bye. Anyway, last night my aunt passed away. We didn't know it instantly; we knew it like, what, 20 hours later? She died at 12:30 AM last night. Don't ask me how I feel. I don't know her too well, and nor do I know the classmate who died, but let me tell you, having two deaths in a month from the same disease is not comfortable.
January, 2011. The month of cancer.
I'll never forget it.
My friends and I were planning an event for her-you know, a party-ish thing. That's for friends. But a funeral? It should be more personal: relatives, family, and whatnot. At a funeral everybody goes; at a party, friends go. You know what I mean? So I refused to be polite, since I didn't know her very well, though I knew her sister and her close friends pretty well.
I thought that was it, and after a few days of trauma and grief, my friends and I got over it. But two weeks later, my aunt, who had cancer for years, started failing. I was like "OMG SERIOUSLY" when my mom took an airplane to my aunt's hospital with very short notice. She had two hours to shop, pack up, finish the laundry, washing all the dishes, preparing as much food as possible, and to top it off, she has to pick me up. We didn't even have time to say good-bye. Anyway, last night my aunt passed away. We didn't know it instantly; we knew it like, what, 20 hours later? She died at 12:30 AM last night. Don't ask me how I feel. I don't know her too well, and nor do I know the classmate who died, but let me tell you, having two deaths in a month from the same disease is not comfortable.
January, 2011. The month of cancer.
I'll never forget it.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Oh my god.
Okay. I had a classmate two years ago who was so freaking nice!!! God, she was like one of THE girls. You know, the cooperative ones that everyone liked and stuff. And she got cancer. That's not fair. Why does it have to be her?
I don't even know her that well, other than being in her class once. And now she's gone. I know her sister, and she's so happy and friendly. How must she feel?
My friend tells me today that it's unlikely she'll make it. I can't even cry. I'm just venting out all my frustration to this blog. She's crying and I'm trying to act happy, but who can act happy when this is happening?
I want to see her one more time. I hope I can.
Oh God, please let her get better.
I don't even know her that well, other than being in her class once. And now she's gone. I know her sister, and she's so happy and friendly. How must she feel?
My friend tells me today that it's unlikely she'll make it. I can't even cry. I'm just venting out all my frustration to this blog. She's crying and I'm trying to act happy, but who can act happy when this is happening?
I want to see her one more time. I hope I can.
Oh God, please let her get better.
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