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.