My mother called my blog a xiao zhar bo blog, constantly talking about things I don't like, who offended me blah blah blah...
But blogs are used for rants right?
Ok, so today I should blog about what I like. There's this channel 8 show on Sat and Sun evenings which Xie Shaoguang acted in right? In it, I like the song, "Music of the night."
Can someone tell the deranged queen where to get this song 'cos it's one of the few songs that can actually stop my madness and listen.
When I first heard the song, I didn't even know it was from the Phantom of the Opera. All I knew was that I liked the rhythm, the way the singer sang it. There was this sense of familarity about the song. I watch the show faithfully every weekend hoping to hear the song every now and then. Hahahaha God must have been touched by my faithfulness! Today, when they played the song again, I suddenly felt that the song must be called "Music of the night."
Have you felt that way? An inexplainable bond to someone or something. You just don't know why but you know your paths will cross again. It's like getting tangled in a web, you can't get out, neither do you feel like getting out. Ok, this is starting to sound quite mad.
And now I'm gonna start to sound grumpy again.
Recently there's this new thing in South Korea that enables someone to "die" once. They stage a fake funeral and have people draft wills as if they have only 3 days to live then read it out. Many would wail like a baby, shows that they've got many regrets in life. Hopefully, after being "reborn", people would mend their ways and start afresh.
Lame shit.
A real death is irreversible and you'd probably not know when you're gonna die anyway. You won't know the exact hour or second, you might know you've got limited time but not know exactly how much.
Staging a death and dying for real is just totally different but yea, good attempt. I hope those people treasure the experience and make long term changes to their lives.
Emo time.
When I first saw a death, it was natural one, meaning the patient died of old age. I remember repeating to myself that I don't wanna live so long. I tried imagining what it'd be like for me when it's my turn to die. Would people care?
Now I'm watching a 24 year old dying of cancer, his son is but a toddler. I remember him asking me the date on that day. He must have been thinking, "is it gonna be today or will I get to see the next sunrise?"
It must be scary, to watch your friends coming to visit after work while you lie on the hospital bed, waiting to die.
The other day we were trying to read fortunes. My friend was looking at my life line and said the first 21 years of my life were bold, probably means I'd be healthy or whatever. The next 21 years he said were ok but...the last 21 years were quite faint.
Indicates a lack of energy later in life or whatever. Who needs so much energy so late in life anyway. I think I'm quite funny, I don't believe that a few lines and bumps can influence my life but yet I wanna know what the lines and bumps on my hands mean.
Leaving all of you with another of my fave song...
I'm so gonna get the wedding album even though I'm not getting married any time soon.
