Friday, 07 November 2008

• "He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."

  - Samuel Johnson

  Well, I just found out that my mom's uncle passed away. I barely knew him. As a matter fact, I don't know who he is. I'm assuming that he was the crazy bald uncle that told me that I would grow taller than my older sister. My grandpa's sister's still hanging on. Aunt Aiko. I could never forget her. I have a shrine of origami paper cranes that we made together in the mini cupboard in my desk, along with random paper dolly, and little Japanese knick-knacks. Wait, that desk is gone, with everything else in it, since the old house is getting renovated. Crap. At least I received more Japanese knick-knacks in the Halloween package from the grandparents. I'll build my shrine from then on.

  It's scary; how people disappear off the face of the earth at a random instance. I've never been to a funeral, but I can imagine it being absolutely morbid; whether it's the open coffin, or a burial, I would never be able to handle it.  Actually, I have been to one. I'm not sure if it counts but it was a school field trip. In Grade 5, we were all asked to get into a bus where we were driven all the way up a hill. We got out and went into some house. I remember his surname was Stevens, one of those big-shot people. I'm pretty sure there's a park named after him, but yea, anyway, I remember seeing his purple-tinted skin, in a three piece suit, wearing at least an inch of makeup. His hair was slicked back, like one of those Italian Mafia leaders you see on TV. It was horrible, none of us knew him personally or at all. It became a social event; even the press was there, but then again, I'm sure that's what he probably wanted.

  Last night, I started thinking of things I'd do if I only had 24 hours to live. It involved in spending every cent I got, skydiving, a friends and family reunion, and calling up every contact in my phone to say my 'goodbyes'. Also, about the afterlife, whether anything now would mean anything later.

  I don't want to fast forward time. That would ruin the surprise. I guess that's why we don't know what happens after death. Gives you something to look forward to I suppose.

  It's coming to 12.

  Halfway through. 6 more papers. 2 more weeks. Night.

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