i don’t like this weird feeling ..
such that someone has to “ta pau” (pack) and leave… i am not referring to food where you pack your food and eat else where..
i am referring to packing your stuff to leave the company on your last day , packing your stuffs to move into a new place …
why ?it all started when i was only 17 years old ….
that time , popo (grandma) was admitted to the hospital and underwent operation. Unfortunately she passed away in the operation theater , so the nurse quickly sent some1 to inform us and pack her belongings in the room to evacuate for the next patient.
it was a horrible experience because on one side we need to deal with the pain of losing my love ones ,on the other hand , i felt like the hospital are not sympathetic at all… it was their fault for causing my popo’s death yet they are being so cruel!
from then onwards, i started to be very fearful over certain things!
1. packing of your belongings to leave the company ( i was so depressed when i packed my stuffs and left the previous company_
2. the hospital/operation theatre including ICU
3. death/funerals/dead bodies/ghost/coffins/undertakers
to an extend , i did not enter the room my grandma used to stay when she visits my house for more than 2 years!!!!!!!! just imagine not having to walk near this room ( in my house) for two years… yeah ..that’s how fearful am i …
it took me a lot of courage before i enter that room again after two years… thanks to my psychology background , i knew how to deal with it … now , i’m fine! but i still have this weird feelings when i enter…
same goes to popo’s room in Johor … i’ve never entered it since her death … i miss my popo but i just do not know how to handle my fear… well, it is the same for gong gong’s room also … never stepped into it anymore!
i should be thankful says mum because we can afford to demolish the whole building to rebuild the house/room , those poorer people have to just bear with it and even sleep on the beds/wear the clothings of the dead person …
i do not like the idea of setting up the wake and funeral at home , because it is so scary and how am i going to live in that house after the event ?luckily (choi! touch wood) this had never happened to me! ( both my grandparents don’t stay with us and they have their own house, so funerals were set up in their house)
today , my colleague is leaving the company … seeing her packing her stuffs, just reminded me so much of the scene where my have to pack popo’s stuffs at the hospital as well…
this is not a nice feeling .. it is just weird … I’m feeling a lil’ emo too … i want to be sayang-ed …i’m missing my family … oh no ….