Everytime I woke up,
I would have this feeling which is peculiar and strange.
It never cease to keep me wallowing into something
just like a child who is seeking for maternal comfort.
I would ask myself if I should gonna live my day whimping and groaning,
hoping that my day would turn out fine?
Am I bearing a self-deception formula at the back of my mind?
There is a weird language hitting my head
I still couldn't interpret it myself.
Am I lost?

I went to Bernard's grandpa funeral at Bedok.
The atmosphere was solemn and sober.
The mood was inexplicable.
We can stay bitter, but we have to accept the fact that everyone has his time
I pray that you will be strong.
Take care.

another bitter escape
8:34 PM