irony.

It is somehow weird if I say I like death. i mean not that I want to die, it is an irony actually. the event of death in a family. its not that I want someone to die, but somehow here is where we get to meet THE family. i have to admit I have a very large family. to the point that I may not know them if i saw them somewhere on the road. and because of the family 'politics' i have in my family, there are few of my cousins that we actually lost touch with.

I actually missed those times when we were small. playing here and there together. you just click with everyone. now..... we are like strangers. one of my cousins passed away early this morning. and today i get to meet my cousin for the first time after.... say.... 6 years or more??? somehow i feel it is not us that destroyed the bond. but its our parents fault. hahaha... (of course. who else to blame?)

going through the photo albums, i wish that things are still the same. i wouldnt want my children to end up marrying their own cousins at the end of the day though.