so i went to his funeral. his facial complexion was already changing in terms of colour. his tired family members...rituals...lots of his friends.

ceramation ceremony's changed to saturday. luckily i don't have to go to sentosa...?

i have no idea why zero mililiters of a tear drop appeared in front of my eyes. it always so for all the funerals i have gone to and remembered. maybe i am heartless. maybe emotionless. self centered to be exact.

and now i fancy being some sourgrapes for a new couple. childish kid trying ruin the happiness and atmosphere. oh well...looks like i have degraded to a loner or something.