Popo, ngai sie pun ni

Popo, 1936 - 2009... 73 years of age, married to a hunk (grandpa) who is 10 years older than her, she was 18. Popo gave birth to 6 children, 3 sons 3 daughters (good one gonggong =') lol) Grandpa left us long time ago which i don't know when was it, only my eldest sister had seen him, i heard he was a good man, an artist inside, a loving father, grandfather and husband. He died of cancer.

Popo,then, decided to stay at seremban, alone, while all her children are scattered around the world.

Single handedly, tapau flat all the mahjong "high hands" in Temiang, all the way to Mantin. I still remember the times, when I was young, very excited everytime we go back to Seremban, and we will fetch popo from the "mahjong guun" or the old school hair saloon probably named "Loo-bi (Ruby) saloon" lolx. i forgot.

I will climb the Batu Caves like stairs to the "mahjong guun" and usually, Popo will be sitting beside her mahjong kaki, watching her/him play. I think she has substitutes to replace her because she knows every alternate saturday, around 3-4 PM, we will pick her up. And normally, she will introduce us (big sis, big bro or me) to her kakis (every single time we go up, she will say the same thing to her kakis " ngai eh suon" ("My grandchild" in hakka). Maybe shes proud that she have us, maybe she forgot that her kakis already seen us or heard the same sentence, "Ngai eh suon" a thousand times, who knows. From what i know, mahjong players have good memory, so I'll go for "shes proud to have us =)"

Everytime, without miss, Popo will buy us "charn pau" ( bun-like char siew pau). The "culture" stopped when me and big sis discovered a cockroach in it...well not in IT, its in her and my mouth, she got the head part, how lucky. Imagine the juice. Weeee~~ They lost another regular customer since then. Too bad.

Many years has passed, Popo is getting older and older, and us (her grandchildren) getting bigger and bigger, busy having fun with our own life, neglecting our loved ones, replacing them with friends, clubs, yamcha sessions and previously ,(me alone T.T) girlfriend.

Her grandchildren didn't visit her as frequent as when they were young, giving Popo and their parents crap reasons. Busy? Yea right. Admit it you TURDS/TOADS/FUCKERS.LOL.

Regrets, I had a few *sings*~~~~ It's too late now younger generation Lums. Popo is now gone, leaving us all behind, without leaving a message.


Here's the "drama".




14/01/2009 (Wednesday) Around 11 A.M

I was working, still happily curi curi facebook-ing, when i received a call from Mom. I stoned, and picked up.


Me : Hello mom?
Mom: *crying gao gao* popo sei jor a........... ("Popo passed away" in cantonese)
Me : HAA!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *stoned few seconds* * silent*
Mom: Fai di fan lei, call mai lei geh kor toong mai cheng gei yaat ga...*non-stop crying* ( "faster come back and call your brother along and apply few days leave")
Me : Mmm. *stoned, perma*

I called my brother and told him the news, chung-ed to his office and fetched him and chung-ed back home.


For the first time i had the balls to park in front of my house ( for those who don't know, my crazy neighbour don't allow use to park in front of OUR house, YAY~!!! fuck her, okay skip that)

Mom, little sis was crying, aunty was stoned, preparing baby cousin for Tadika. Baby cousin was still happily looking at us, and asked mom, "gugu ni zomok ku?? *giggles* ("aunty, why you cry?" in mandarin), she walk towards mom. Mom gave her a pat on her head and said " Popo se liao a.. *crying*" (popo passed away in mandarin).

Minutes later, dad reached home, and then big sis. Pack, and chung-ed. When i was driving, my mind was empty, my feet was out of control, 140 KM/H, perma, all the way, the steering was shaking like shake shake fries.

When we reached the house in Seremban, the gate was wide open, many cars were parked outside the house.
We entered, everyone was crying in the living room, we went straight into Popo's room.

Popo, lying on her bed, breathless, she was covered with a towel. We stood dere, crying out loud... prayers from a mini "MP3 player" playing in the background..(the ones they use in temples and stuff, arghh i don't know how to explain that).

Mom, holding the side of the door, as though she was peeping, she didn't dare to go in the room, crying, she shouted "MOTHERRRRRRRRRR" ( pronounced as Ma-Duh with the chinese slang)

When my mom shouted, my heart aches so badly i nearly kneeled down. We cried, cried cried and cried. None of us dare to go near Popo, we stood there, looking at her body, covered with a towel.

Mom hits big sis's head and said " JONG MM FAI DI GIU POPO?!?! *crying*" (Faster greet Popo!!!) Because big sis always never come back and visit Popo.

Mom was crying non-stop, and she said to big bro, "Ah b..o...y..., ngo dou giu lei farn lei ge lah....seung guo lai pai....." ( Ah Boy, I already asked you to come back last week....)

And then came dad.

He rushed into the room, wearing his Ray-Ban shades, kneeled down beside Popo, removed the towel, and teared, with his head on the bed i heard him calling "Motherrrrrrr....." Dad rubs Popo's forehead and covered her back with the towel. It was the very first time i saw Dad crying... the first time I see dad having another emotion on his face besides anger and stone face.

We stood in Popo's room, and cried, it lasted for 15 minutes i think. It was the worst 15 minutes in my life.

We went outside, and I stoned, in my mind (maybe all of us), flashing back all the times where I refused to go back Seremban, the times where me and my bro visit her with our friend and bring her out for dinner, the times when Popo still have the strength to scold us, lecture us and laughing with us, hearing our silly jokes.

I cried till at a point, I felt so stoned and shocked, my eyes so dry, I cant concentrate, i can't hear a single sound except mom's crying sound. I hugged her, i held my tears to show that Im okay.

Big and small sis cried like hell, i didn't look at my bro, i walked mom out of the room, and i sat down on the chair that Popo always sit. I still remember the last time, we chatted with her, she sat on the exact same chair, looking weak and very thin, grey hair, staring at us,barely talks,because she have difficulty breathing, if she talks, usually, she take deep breaths after every sentence, brushing her own chest to ease her breathing. I still remember that time, we were telling her our Chinese New Year menu, proposing to her, few years back, we did the same, she disagrees with every single idea we gave, but at that time, she doesn't even have the strength to say anything, she just looked at us and smiled, her priceless D-smile. ( =D ).

All those flashbacks hit directly onmy brainless head. And Yi-poh came ( Popo's younger sister),
weeping,sobbing,crying and stuffs, and mom cried AGAIN. She took out all of Popo's clothes, and cut out all the buttons on her shirt and pockets, for some reason which i forgot. We helped. Every single shirt, reminds me of happy occasions we've celebrated together, her birthdays, Chinese New Years, wedding dinners, casual dinners, gam bo lo's (golden pineapple) birthday and stuff.

Dad and 2 uncles were busy settling other things, police report and stuff, while me, bro, 2 sis, and mom, looking for pictures, for her funeral. Im gonna skip this part, nothing special happens after that.

After around 2 hours, those guys came, to pick up Popo and send her to the place where she will be placed for 3 days ( i dont know what that place is called), Popo was carried to a stretcher. Before carrying her out, we kneeled, with our heads down, weeping, can't look, the next thing i kow, Popo is already in the van.

We followed the van to that place, which is just around the house.

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Popo need to get changed before placing her in the coffin, Big sis, small sis , mom and another menantu went to wear the "sau yi" for popo.

Mom, cried till her legs lost balance, she kneeled down and said while crying "kei sat ngo hoi keng a............" (actually Im very scared.....in cantonese). I saw big sis and another menantu wearing the baju for Popo, small sis was crying while looking, and mom..... crying..i tried to walk her out, she refused and kept looking at popo. BEst thing is, the another menantu never even teared, emotionless bitch.


Fast forward

Popo then, was carried into the coffin, by dad, 2 uncles and helped by 2 other guy.

Everything was then setted up, decorated and stuff. I barely can remember what happened after that, nothing special i think, we were just too busy settling minor minor stuffs, arrangement for stuffs and other crap stuffs....i remember burning "kai chin" for popo beside her coffin... and later on i slept in my car...and my eyes were as big as oysters... eye bag hanging like my neighbour's tits....... slowly...slowly...slowly.... my eyes closed.......hoping Popo will appear in my dreams.................


To Be Continued...