You know, I usually don't think much about the Newpaper columns, and certainly don't think much about Janice Wong's column. But her piece today is really quite something. It's free, and unbridled, and a total outpouring of sentiments in the prettiest manner, it touches me. And I can feel the bittersweetness of it. So sad, yet there's something beautiful about it. Perhaps it's the sense of enlightenment and acknowledgement of life and loss.

Man, I'm so sentimental lately. Unbecoming.