My aunt, Wak Enah, whose the elder sister of my dad, passed away yesterday afternoon at 2.30pm. The news shocked the family. Especially my dad...

I woke up at 6.30am today to get ready to Tampines to visit the deceased and the whole family. Everyone was there. Yes, everyone from the Yatim descendant came. Aunties, uncles, atoks, neneks, cousins, cucu-cucu and not to forget, cicit-cicit (great grandchilren). It was really packed there cause the house was kind of small and some of them were forced to wait outside of the house. And I was one of them. I played games on my cousin's iPhone to kill the boredom. And something happened. hahahaha. Did I mention? My grandma has 13 children, including one of them who had passed away a long time a go and including the one who passed away yesterday. And yes, she has more than 30 grandchildren and 5 to 10 great grandchildren. Imagine that. O.o Anyway, after they mandikan the mayat, they brought the dead body out to the living room. Everyone started to cry. Including me. It got worse when I saw my own dad crying when he kissed her late sister's forehead. Sigh. Damn, it hit me real bad. They then prayed for the corpse. After hours at the house, we then headed off to the muslim cemetry to mengebumikan (bury) the corpse.

It was a long journey. Some of us took the bus while some took cars. I still had the time to sleep in the car. Hahah. When we reached the cemetry, everyone were ready to witness the burrying of their late Wak Enah. And again, prayers were being muttered. Some of us got the chance to spray some water. I wanted but I didn't get to. Sadsad. It would be the last time they see the last of Wak Enah's sight. Too bad I don't have a pic of her. ): Sigh...