For the first time, after my exams, I had to wake up before 10. I dragged my feet to the shower and got ready for my first ever ummmm... nevermind. Anyways, when I was there, I saw a couple of familiar faces. Well actually, I really did see two familiar faces. Iskandar and a girl who used to be from ji. My beruk had to bail out of the first lesson because she's down with gastric. As I type this entry, she's probably on her bed macam ayam berak kapur. haha. Take care, you.

Well anyways, yesterday, I finally met Ratna after so long and ummm, that woman I tell you, fed me like I had a bottomless pit. After prayers at masjid sultan and a bit of shopping at bugis, we took the mrt home. I was supposedly on my way home. But I called my father to ask where they were and I ended up having supper at west coast. woooohooooo. As if the pre-dinner at sofra didn't leave me feeling gorged enough. I was just courting a recipe for a blocked artery lah with all the lamb and beef I had at sofra and then the mutton chop and mutton soup at west coast at night.

I've no idea what my dad has in store for us today. But verily, I just want to lie in bed all day. I've been out the entire week. It's time I pay respect to the pillows and television. heh. I am going to kallang tmr with Amanda to catch the game. It has been so long. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep my fat arse still and stay home on Sunday. I don't want my mother to petpotpetpot and say that I live like anak terbiar yang merempat dekat tepi jalan.

Hmmm... I hope that the question I am going to bring up will not raise misunderstanding of any sort. I am honestly curious. After having lived in Singapore for well, my whole life, I have more or less grown accustomed to the different rituals and practices of other races and religions. But somehow, yesterday, I witnessed something so upfront, my curiosity was tweaked. There's a funeral at the void deck of my block. It has occurred to me naturally that a function held in remembrance of the deceased has to be solemn and one filled with air of grief and bereavement. I was befuddled and at the same time disturbed when I saw people, most probably close friends and relatives of the deceased, seated in round tables either engaged in a conversation seemingly so amusing because there were bursts of roaring laughter, or playing cards while eating peanuts. The question here being, is this something that is normally practiced or is that "malpractice" of somesort? If it is a norm, please explain, because in all honesty, I really don't get it.