it was an exceptionally hazy day. i was walking back home from tm after watching 'Money No Enough 2' with my bro. with the haze that was all around us, i coudnt help but let my imagination run wild. Its the post movie kinda feeling, where u think the most unexpected things would happen to you. Like, what if the haze i see was actually some kind of deadly virus and after inhaling it, i would be like those people in 'The Happening', who starts to have physical and speech disorientation, which will eventually lead to self destruction. i would just suddenly run out to the roads and let a vehicle kill me.
then i thought, what happens after i die? no, i dont mean religious doctrine answers. i mean, whats the procedure like? would the doctor pronounce me dead in the hospital? will i be in the morturary? whats going to happen to the people around me? will they breakdown and cry? when will they know of the news? 1 hour later? 2? well i guess we'll never know.
ok, thats too far a throw.
speaking of reality, i really wonder, if the PSI of Singapore shoots up to an all high every 1st and 15th night of the lunar 7th month. its really hazy out there now. but the haze wasnt an excuse for what seems like tears in my eyes.
Jack neo movies never fail to make me cry. Because the scenes portrayed are too real to entertain me. I feel the scenes. after studying COM203, i really feel the show is a successful one. of course, other than the greatness of the show, i was once again reminded of my grandmother. probably the reason why tears came easy.
throughout the show, there wasnt much about what the mother felt like before she died because most of the time she was putting up a front for her sons to see. i really wonder, what did it feel like before she died.
what did it feel like before
my grandmother passed away??
if she could speak during the days she awaited her departure, what would she say?
would she have complained about us, that we were not taking care of her as we should. would she be regretting what she has done in her life, or what kind of children she raised? or would she have thanked us for the companionshio we provided, and the resonsibilities of offsprings fulfilled?
oh, she loved me so.
1:05 AM
blessed.
