17 May

I was shaken awake by dad at 8am. I mumbled that he call me ‘later’.He was generous. By ‘later’, he gave me a full 30 minutes. Not enough for me, anyway. When I got up, I was banging and cursing. WTF is wrong with my parents?! A dead person should just stay that way; don’t need to disrupt the dead. This may be called ‘heartless’ but I’m being frank here.

We got to a crematorium/temple or whatever people call it. Air-conned Fine with me.

I read while they prayed. No doubt ‘we came to visit you’ blah blah blah. For me:‘Rest in peace’. Nice and simple and I got to read. The book was very nice…

Afterwards, we(I don’t really want to be included in that)went to my granny’s. Pray pray pray for THEM. For me: ‘Read ‘emo’ ignore others’.

Guests, i.e. monks, came.5 pm.Finished reading the book.(So I finished the book after 6hours…).5pm.Usual time for me to get sleepy.While they were droning on chanting, I took a short nap. Nice. If my body hadn’t been that stiff and the air isn’t suffocating me.

Got home, changed and did book review. Going out again later…I haven't revised Sc(Chem.)!