grandpa passed away a few days ago from liver cancer.


This is actually the first death I'm aware of that occured around me.
And I'm amazed how indifferent i feel. This must be what they call "i still don't believe it."
Infact I was in the middle of reading a manga when I heard the news, and after ten minutes I was back reading it.

Well I guess it doesn't really mean much when it happens to someone you only know of, don't really care and is halfway on the other side of the planet. But even so. Didn't even feel like asking for a plane ticket to attend the funeral. Was more concerned about the stress it was putting on my parents.

My first experience of a funeral was actually of my grandma's when I was 5, and the only thing I remember is happily running around the house and bugging all the relatives oblivious to the business at hand.
Feeling a tad bit guilty now.


Come to think of it, his brother died from liver failure, dad has bad liver and bro temporarily had bad liver.


...shit. -_-; Must be genetic. Not that I drink or smoke, but I get plenty of it second-hand.






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On the other hand.

Somebody get me a time machine.

now.

...somebody please.





Never felt so helpless and worthless in my life.