Panic Frantics

Never have I EVER would of imagined being able to retain my sanity after a week such as one that just passed. I managed to survive the lost of my grandmother in addition to all the work that was due before these last crucial weeks of finals. Her passing was so sudden that it didn't hit me until I entered the emergency room. There it was, my grandmother's lifeless body. I immediately walk pass everyone and took the seat closest to my grandmother. A huge lump in my esophagus emerges and I quickly burst into tears. Regaining my focus, I discover my entire family sitting around the room. It was the most awkward experience in the universe to have a broken family congregated under one roof, let alone a room. We then make arrangements for the funeral and is ordered to stay in Lake Elsinore for the weekend. I was expecting it to be a snore fest since the region is surrounded by mountains but to my surprise the stay was truly better than I saw it out to be. I was able to have a family sessh and can proudly say I was 90% stoned for the three day function. Smoking all that ganja was the perfect timing, with the perfect people and at the perfect place. I am pleased to say that now my family is on speaking terms (for the most part), true it does stink that it took my grandmothers death for everyone to get along but at least there's some kind of established tranquility between my family.

(It's tradition in Cambodian funerals for the men in the family to become monks, the process involves shaving the head and eyebrows, pretty freaky huh?)

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