May has never been so crazy. In the past, Boat Asia would have ended by now and my workload would usually be much smaller by mid-April. But this year is a total different story. My cousin's ROM, exams, my uncle's illness and subsequent death on top of Boat Asia really filled my time to the max. Out of all these though, there is a reminder somewhere inside of me telling me that this is nothing. Compared to my cousins who suffered together with their father and watched him slowly lose his life, I think I'm living it pretty well.
The mayhem has come to an end. I think. And hope. And it's past time to get on with life, to get past Boat Asia.
