*661 - streets of heaven

It's not been an easy few days. (And I'm not talking about the 34 hour ordeal of travelling from Singapore to Ithaca, or the painful reality of turning purple from -20 C cold.)

First, Popo's funeral; I wish I had been there for mummy. I don't think I've ever felt the type of pain she is going through now. My heart breaks a little for her. Poor mummy :( I hope she will feel better soon.

Then, mummy's cellgroup member's mum also passed away on the same day. And the little boy in the papers who died after playing badminton turned out to be J's colleague's little boy. And mummy/daddy's church friend passed away too.

Then, I heard news about Joshua. I couldn't make it for the wake because I was midair between Singapore and New York. I can't believe it. He was part of the best Spring Break ever. Whooshing down the insanely beautiful slopes. Hairstyling sessions and going out in public with crazy hair. Photoshoots in the bathtub. Oh-ya-peh-ya-SOM-ing for bed arrangements. Vulgar orange peel. All 4 of us falling asleep (very gay) on one bed. A lot of this sounds promiscuous but isn't, haha. He was happy then, I'm sure. Why why why did this happen.

Why why why did all of this happen.

Death has always been such a remote concept to me (thank God for that).

I hope all these people are in a better place now. God, protect my friends and family.