I woke up around 8.30am. I was in a hurry where I have to meet up my friends (the family, I used to called) at Kay’s house. I brushed up and rushed into the car, made a call to Kay just to inform her that I’ll be her house soon. I have an appointment with the Avenue studio, Cheras at 12pm to do some advertising recording things (for assignment). I left my house around 9am. While I’m on the way to Kay’s house, my phone rang,

“Hey, where are you? I’ll (Neik) be there soon with Chui Ling, no worries! (With the arrogant wording) See who reach 1st, okay?”
“Okay, I’m on the way too, just had to make a turn. Okay…see you soon.”

So far, I reached Kay’s house 1st, and where was Neik, the fellow? Oh no, after awhile my phone rang again.

“Hey now I’m at the police station headquarter nearby the 7-11 shoplifts, how to go Kay’s house?”
“Now I see, you’re lost pal. Okay, just stay wherever you are, I’m coming to lead you.”

Then Kay and I hurry rushed into my car and ready to lead them back to Kay’s house since I know the way well! Got them, spotted them and asked them to follow my car back to Kay’s house then we're ready to move on to the next destination, Cheras. From Jln Ipoh to Cheras just took us half an hour (around that time), then before we heading to our appointment, we all went to the burial place where our beloved and dearest friend, Eunice whom just passed away in October. As we had planned and wanted to visit her for long time ago.

I stopped at the car park there (the place has a spare car park) and thinking whether I should drive in my car all the way to search her place or just leave it at the car park lots? Just wanted to show some respect so we all decided, “let’s have some walk”, I said. We all get down to car and started to search where there are some Indian (grave diggers) doing their work and staring at us by showing their curious faces. Well, as fishtail said. Uneven place and mosquito lots there so I wore sport shoes, but I forgotten to inform Kay so caused her to suffer from the uneven place.

We spent almost 45 minutes to look for Eunice’s place. We asked some of the Indian whether which part of it is started from 8 and 4 digit number, they just said go further down there, is over there side. Well, just followed what they said, we walked further down even reached the end of the place. Some of them are very helpful; they even help us to search the place. Finally, we found it - is just at the right side of the car park where my car parked. We had made a turn in the burial place. We never complaint about how many “miles” we’ve been go through and mosquito…yet we take it as a pathway where connect us with her, Eunice, no matter how hard even though she has left us physically.

Grandma also has passed away because of cancer; I recall what I’d done with her while she’s still around. Her laughing, expression, the drama where we used to discuss… I thought of is there a thing call reincarnation, which means the person will be reborn again after they has passed away. Will it really happen where after a person left the world, she/ he will live in another world (where fishtail do believe in)? I’m not sure which one I do believe in more, yet just feel like death is waving it’s hand to us, because we’re growing older day by day. I’m not afraid of dying and so on. Just curious where we will be after all....and mo matter how hard we fought for life, still there's an end there.