I wanted to try to make a new blogskin today. Turns out I didn't have enough patience and imagination to do so. I browsed 40-50 over pages in deviantart to find the perfect stock image. As I said, no patience. Therefore, old blogskin.

I really want to do something different to this skin. It's been there for quite long ain't it.

I went to a funeral today. This parishioner in church passed away yesterday. I barely know her, but the thing is, she'd say hello to me when she saw me.

So abrupt. If I'm not wrong she died of cancer, at 60 years old. Didn't think she was that old, but she indeed had a headful of white hair.

Whilst praying for her, I thought: That was so abrupt. Maybe I'd die tomorrow. Hmm. Or maybe you'd die tomorrow. Touchwood.

I mean, what would happen if someone I was close to died?
Would it the burden from the deceased's shoulders be lightened finally?
Or would it be even more?

Back to the parishioner. The thing is, she wasn't that old is she. I mean, if she's 70 or 80 then I wouldn't be surprised. But LOOK, it IS still very scary when you think of it.

Poof. There it goes.

I'm not afraid of death. In fact I'd embrace it. Cos I'm tired of life on earth. Rest assured, contrary to the previous post, I wouldn't take my life.

And yes. I was PMSing. Nonono. I think I only PMS when Big Auntie comes knocking on my door.