Rest in peace. All that's left of her now is the echoes of her booming voice carrying across the room, the wide-eyed look and her short swinging hair, barely grayed.
It's a happening month. But one too many deaths have I felt this year. With this, the knowledge of the brevity of life. So come what may, I'll just 'whack'. Haha, I'm getting fond of this Singaporean slang term. To me it signifies simply trying, with the emphasis on trying in the first place and not so much on whether we hit or miss. And bumbling slightly, just as I usually trundle through life. So hello dissertation *whack*. Hello insane cookouts *whack*. Hello lovely, lovely Copenhagen *whack*. And so the story goes for however long I'm allotted this life. I'm very thankful for everything which had happened so far, no matter the outcome.
Gosh this sounds so emo. I don't like emo :( But I guess losing yet another person calls for contemplation. Even if we weren't that close, she was one of the relatives I was more familiar with outside the innermost circle of relatives. As my mom calls it... it is rather emotionally draining if I dwell on it too much and let the memories bubble too close to the surface...
But all things considered, I guess everything will work out for the best in the end. So I'll continue bumbling along so that by the time I reached the end of my day I can happily say that I had lived a life with no regrets. Although eep, whacking certain things come at the cost of others although I will like to justify Copenhagen as one of the best things to recharge my inner battery. But well, that's life and I will see what it brings tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.
And well. I'm home.
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