About two weeks ago, a Vietnamese foreign worker died of a heart attack in a restaurant in SS2, Petaling Jaya. He was 22. He was planning to celebrate the culmination of the long weekend off in my hair stylist's home the next day. He died with a friend in the same room, who was oblivious to his last struggle for breath because that friend was listening to music. By the time they noticed he had died, the body was blue and in the state of rigor mortis with his arms lifted above his head in apparent struggle. He was planning to go back home after his contract was up.
It's sad how death can come at such a young age with no prior tell-tale signs of disease. And to die all alone in a foreign country, only to be sent home to the family in a box as part of the plane's cargo makes it all the more worse. :'(
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