Yes Peepz..I am back.

Super tired now. Beat. The last 3 days was like 3 weeks to me. Tiring, so many things to do. Not enough sleep. Cramped place for sleep. Plus the beds weren't v comfortable. Eyes were puffy because of lack of sleep and the crying.

Not to mention that the day of burial was real tiring. Mentally, physically. Saw my grandpa's tombstone. I last saw it 10 years ago, at his burial. Now, seeing it together with my grandmother's, it brought on a new feeling.

I probably won't see their tombs ever again. (That trip was just too far and rocky.)

At least now they are together. My grans had been lonely for 10 years.

I felt that I had become more emotional as I grow up. I don't normally cry at tragic movies, tragic shows, funerals. I cried only once at my grandpa's. This time, I cried more than once at my gran's. And I stayed there for only 2+ days compared to 7 days at my grandpa's.

Seems surreal to me. I can't believe I am back home. I can't believe things changed. I can't believe I got so much to do. I can't believe how tired I was. Can't think straight.

Seems like 2 months ago when I was blogging about ice skating.

I really can't think straight. I am hitting the bed.

Blog next time.

Cheerios.