Hate the flu.

Went to Yum Cha on Saturday with friends and my taste buds refused to work. The little buggers went on strike which left me unable to enjoy all that good food I was putting in my mouth. D:

Headed to school to get stuff before meeting the rest of my primary school mates to go to Eugin's funeral. I was pretty awkward but seeing his mother made me want to cry myself.

" It was an accident. You should not feel sad. He was a good person and he will go to heaven. You can go and see him. He looks very peaceful."

The very fact that she was trying to console us despite being in grief was heartbreaking. The dead pass on but what about the living, left behind to mourn the loss of a loved one?

I saw Eugin in the coffin. She was right. He did look peaceful, like he could be sleeping.

We sat around the table, reminiscing the past, the jokes and fun we shared in primary school, the teachers and other classmates. But it felt a little weird, because one of us was lying, unknowing, just metres away.