5th February 2007

An ordinary day begins with waking up, showering and getting ready for work. If there's something to look forward to in the evening then I would prepare accordingly. But today, there's nothing to look forward to after work. Only rest.

An ordinary day goes on with me going to work, and eventually doing tasks that I normally do at work. Lunch time would come and I would head out for lunch. Yet today I felt was different, special in a good way, and I treated myself to a luxury lunch.

A normal day ends with me heading somewhere, usually an outing with friends or climbing somewhere. But today I had nowhere to go but home. With no rush, I took a bus. A journey home by bus will cost me 1 hour of my life. A journey home by train takes up only 40 minutes of my life.

Yet today is not an ordinary day. Not for me, not for my siblings, not parents, especially my father.

Today... my grandmother passed away.