life

life

i begin the day wanting to end it with the last episope of the brainless serial

i was preparing to go for cheng leong's birthday party the next day, how ironic

it was a typical morning.. sleepy, dragging my aching body, thinking about people, church, work, fun

when she left us..

i tried hard to let not the tears fall

how strange..nobody on the train would know what had happened

we never know the story of the one sitting beside us

still

life goes on

we still go to work and school

we are still concern whether germany wins

we still blog

death is probably something we will never learn to cope with

how are we to behave?

when will the guilt leave?

it doesn't even seems right to eat.. it feels cruel that the world still goes round even when someone had just left it..



All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls

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