i think about the days when i was a young lil kid,
and my granny would bring me to the coffee shop.
that nice old granny would always make me
piping hot thick and cripsy kaya toast
and a nice warm cup of holicks/milo.

then the shop closed down.
the weekly regular visits became
a once a yr cny visit to their home.
and every yr i would see her,
and she would never fail to gimme a red pkt
with a ten dollar bill slipped inside.

this yr, things were a lil different,
i went to visit as usual,
but she wasnt there.
but she alr prepared the red pkt as usual,
and she was admitted in the hospital.
for cancer, i think.

yesterday morning, she passed away.
today i went to her funeral.
i felt quite distant, and empty.
one more person who watched me grow up,
a nice gentle n understanding lady,
gone. to i dunno where.
i thought alot of my ahgongs funeral.
suddenly i miss him alot.

just the beginning of a new yr,
but there;s been the passing of 3 people.
my uncles bro, a fellow victorian and now this coffee auntie.
really makes me wonder on the value of life.

ok i htink im damm screwed for tmrs maths ct. i shld focus n go start mugging now! gdluck!!