Thursday, June 26, 2008

Pak Long

My uncle passed away around 9.30am 24 Jun 2008. It's sad that my mother was not around yet again during a tragic lost.

I remember one conversation I had with my Pak Long. I was with my family at his home. He asked, "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

I was probably 8 years old at that time. I thought of a simple, non-complicated job. "I want to be a reporter" I answered.

He laughed,"Reporters are such busy-bodies."

Well, look at me now.



zod said...

~ al-fatihah

Anonymous said...

how r u?
didnt know we live dat nearby to each other!

my salam to cikgu ezmir k ;)