A nearly continuous downpour...and a death in the family.

Just about the time fearsome lightning and thunder descended amid a backdrop of darkening skies, or shortly after, the soul of my grandfather's second wife passed on to another realm. Hopefully, a more beautiful one.

I'm starting to recall her voice and even to miss it a little.

Not having been particularly close to her anyway, I still recall fondly the many times she prepared her specialty : oyster with special stuffing,cooked in a delicious sauce, during many Chinese New Years past.

Then, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would make her glutinous balls in slightly syrupy water, in two colours: white and red.


Today, I stared at her slightly garishly made-up face in the casket, but felt nothing.

No real sadness, no fond pining for the times she was alive.

Maybe because I never really had the opportunity to become close to her.

Or perhaps I'm just a cold-hearted person, and , although I'd like nothing more than to blame the people who callously gave me Life I never wanted for my rather unfavourable temper and disposition, I know for sure that I am the one who needs to snap out of it eventually.


Secretly, I'm hoping that my father foots the bulk of the $8180 bill(probably rounded up generously) for the funeral expenses.

I overhear that he's picking up at least $5000 of that tab, and grumbling a little that probably his elder brother will not be volunteering a cent towards that.

Ain't I just nasty? Haha.

But all these less-than-savoury thoughts are proxy to my continuing anger and bitterness about the unfairness of Life.

But like Bill Gates(the one who has the least right to complain about this) said recently to college kids : Get used to it!