Have you ever wondered how cold you can be? Or how heartless or compassion-less? I don't know, but some recent news got me thinking, and unlike my mother who felt like bawling out tears of sadness...I didn't even shed a tear...

Make that, I didn't feel anything...NOTHING...

To think I can't even remember his real name...

Mom says I met him before, but that was a long time ago - before the rift divided our halves of the family.

What DO I know of him? Nothing, other than he's either 4 to 5 years my senior, was going along with a respectable girl, was bright in his studies, a religious Muslim, admirable in so many multiple of ways...I'll never know, huh? (rhetorically)

"Niko", a nickname I'll never forget; 'his' nickname.

I've told people: "It's always sad when somebody kicks the bucket..."

But is it really? I've never cried for anyone who has in the past; not anyone I knew, not anyone I was ever close to, no celebrities, nothing...

NOTHING...