The lunar seventh month is coming to a close and mooncake day is not far off. Hope i don't miss it for the fifth year in a row. Went to hospital last year and had to stay home to recover from the trauma of riding a superbly expensive taxi called ambulance.

Maybe i'll die before mooncake day this year. Oh well.. life sucks, and no, i'm not suicidal. I wonder if anyone will remember to give me white roses for my funeral. Not that it would matter if no one brought any flowers, atleast not to me by then.