after attending the funeral of a friend's grandfather and witnessing the family members of others crying at the mandai crematorium and columbarium at the loss of their beloved, i've realised again how fragile and short a person's life is..

and i feel that when we are alive, we are like a book. physically we are there, enjoying the moments with our friends/family (ourrreaders). when out time is up, we are like a book being scanned into a computer document (cremated) and stored in one corner of the room (memorial hall) as a CD (the urn). whats left of us in the others is just memories.. which will eventually fade away over time..

thats life..