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True Story

This is a true story of a young college girl who past away last month, at shah alam. her name is Priya.she was hit  by a lorry. i don't wanna mention the name of the  college.

She have a boy friend named Shankar. He stays in johor. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the  phone. u can  never see herwithout her handphone. She spends 3/4 of the day talking with  shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed  away she always told her frens IfI pass away  please burn me with my  handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.After her death, ppl cant carry her  coffin. i was there. a lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody  including me, had tried to carry he coffin, the result is  still the  same.

Eventually, they called their neighbour, a  "bomoh"  from thailand (pak Darin), who is a fren of her father. he  took a sit and started speaking to himself slowly. after a few minutes, he  said  "this girl missessomething here". then her frens told Darin bout her  intentions to burn her withherphone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM cardinsidethe casket. after that they tried to carry  the coffin. It could bemoved and they carried it into the van easily.  all of us  were shocked. (can u feel the fear. i'm shaking at this  moment) Priya's parents didn't inform Shankar that  Priya had passed away. (pity Shankar). after 2 weeks Shankar called  Priya's mom. Shankar :…."Atte, I'm coming home 2day. cook something nice for  me. Don't tell Priya that i'm coming home 2day. i wanna suprise her."  Her mother replied….."u come home first, i wanna tell u something very important." after he came to shah alam, they told him the truth about Priya.

Shankar thinks that they were playing a  fool. he was laughing and said "don't try to fool me. tell Priya to come  out. i have a gift for her.pls stop this nonsense". then they show him  the original death certificate to him. they gave  him proof to make him  believe.(Shankar started to sweat) . He said… "its not true. we were spoke  yesterday. she still calls me. Shankar was shaking. suddenly, shankar's  phone rang. "see this is from Priya. see this…" he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to  answer.he talked using the  loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.

Loud and clear. no cross lines, no  humming. it is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could  use her simcard since it is nailed inside the coffin the y were so shocked and asked for pak darin's help again. pak darin brought his master (Tok  Chen) to solve this matter. he & Darin worked  for 5 hours. than they  discovered one thing………..











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Author: Saimatkong

This blog is a platform to share what I love in life: food (eat), travel (play), photography (art) and life (thoughts and ideas). With passion for food, I share my foodie adventures and indulgences here. “There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”

Traveling makes us a better human being as we recognise the similarities and celebrate the differences of cultures between where we travel to and where we come from. “The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”

Photography do more than just capturing the best moments in our lives; they also help us tell our life stories. “Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

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  1. ahah yeah when i got this i read till very “kan cheong” but then in the end … aahah swt =_=”
    hmm btw do i know you ? how u came to know my blog ?

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  2. I think I was blog-hopping. And you don’t know me.

    But I know you.. *sniggers*


    Kidding la.. My social circle is like… *puts index finger and thumb together*.. this small.

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