so i accompanied my uncle for the last trip.

everything was still ok...except for the cremation process. the monks appeared from nowhere chanted few minutes and there he goes into the chamber. it's like...huh? so fast?

it sort of irritated me and got me with no appetite afterwards.

at least there's a lot of friends who came from far...primary school friends...colleagues...even the ex-vice principal or something...i am glad that he had such good friends.

oh well...looks like i have fallen deeper. what is the thing that is worth holding onto in front of death...? money? fame? power? love?

we came naked so i guess at least we are properly dressed when we leave...besides that we can't bring anything along with us. it doesn't mean that we should just wait for our deaths...but what can you do to make your life experience unqiue? i guess from that point of view i can start to differentiate what is grown from greed and what's not.