I was going to write a story based upon my experience this morning.

I didn't have a chance to, or at least something happened that makes me doesn't feel like it.

You know how depressing the thought is when you know someone since when you were born, and that someone may pass away at times we don't know? Especially when we are overseas and have no way to go back and have a last talk with them before they move on?

It's fucking depressing. I'd hope to go back with both my grandparents waiting in that house in Bandung, as well as granma waiting for me back in Jakarta.

Life's fucking unfair sometimes. Either way, I will pray for grandma. I hope she's okay. God please. Please let it be nothing, Please.