Adnan
spent a night at my house. Sometimes the demands of work prevent him going back to Kuantan.
Before
this picture was taken, I was taking a bath while Adnan was cooking spaghetti. After we had dinner we watch tv and start gossiping (to some grazy level). After
that we talked about death ...
I
asked Adnan who among us were `go 'first? I told him when referring to health
condition, maybe I die first. But we agree something about death whether any
factors or sintom, it never count. Some
have died young, there is a healthy teen that suddenly died.
Then
we take into account the `rolib’ (usually) dead couse by age (die of old age). After that I told
him that when he dies I will probably not going to go visit him in Temerloh
(assuming the body is brought back to his village) because I was in Bali,
Indonesia. In the old time of course I have a lot of money (money from EPF, he he eh). I
have timeless holiday.
So
that all about the photo. I wrap Adnan carefully because we must respect the
dead. But at home I have no cotton to cover her nose.
Jan:
From land (soil) we made, on the ground we decay...
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