The bad memories are gone with her.

Today, most of the bad memories about her is finally gone with her.

My Ah Ma commented to the maid that she is tired and feels like sleeping when brushing teeth. The next minute, she lost conscious and turned cold. The maid alerted my dad who called me when I was still recovering from my flight back from Hong Kong in the wee hours of Sunday morning.

My brother and I ran to my Ah Ma's place two blocks away. She was already unconcious. I dialed 999 asking for assistance. But the stupid policeman asked me to call 995. Cannot transfer meh? Waste time. I held my Ah Ma's cold hands and kept on calling her, while waiting for the paramedics.

After a 10min wait, the paramedics are here. No pulse, no breathing. I went to the hospital with her. All along, me, the grandchild who has suffered the most under her mean ways was the only one with her at her deathbed. My brother and I were the only ones receiving the news of her death from the doctor. At that moment, my bad memories of her has left together with her spirit and soul.

I feel sad for this old woman whom I called Ah Ma. None of her children were around. Me who held her hands while she passes on didn't even shed a tear...

我小时候的志愿

你还记得小时候作文簿上写的志愿吗？是否跟现在的你不一样了？

小时候的我有很多志愿。电影看太多就想当职业杀手，把坏人干掉。但是因为杀手最终的下场是死或被抓，所以便把志愿换成导游。当导游不错嘛。可以出国看世界。过后就没有人再问我我的志愿了。

记得曾经有想过要在娱乐圈混。但是我并没有刻意的找机会进娱乐圈。所以大学时，我读了生物。还在动物园上班。最后却误打误撞地闯进了娱乐圈。

会不会是命中注定呢？无论怎样，总比当职业杀手强吧。