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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

cosmic latte.

urm. someone passed away today.

i dont think i ever really talked to my grandaunt. everytime we see her, we just acknowledge her by calling her ee poh, you know, just out of politeness. nothing more. i doubt i would have found anything interesting to talk to her about either. and there's always that invisible barrier, making it just awkward to initiate conversation with someone i rarely meet and barely know.

to make things kinda worse, today we were supposed to celebrate her and my grandma's birthday. some big dinner celebration.

my brother came to me an hour ago to tell me that the celebrations will not be as joyous anymore. i, always expecting the worse, just expected the worse. then he told me that our grandaunt had passed away. i didnt know how to react. i wasnt sad, i was indifferent. in fact, i feel guilty for not grieving. understandably it's hard to do so since we never talked or anything.

worse still, i found it a bit funny that she would choose to die on her birthday. well, not choose, but you get what i mean. she was in the shower when the grim reaper came. COD: myocardial infarction; and for those who do not watch house or csi - shame on you! - a heart attack.

life and death. just another unending cycle.
how unnerving.

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