The other day I woke up feeling mad. In my dream, I had an outburst when teng or Hong asked me to do something. I told them I’m already saddled with work, school, and seemingly having so many people requesting that I run errands for them. I guess it does say something about what I’m feeling almost all the time - overwhelmed.
Recently, I stupidly believed in someone, only to realise I’ve once again been taken for a ride. I wonder why and how I could be so stupid, when the truth couldn’t have been more obvious. Disappointing.
The other day a friend was talking about how she wants her remains to be dealt with after she dies. She said she would prefer for her ashes to be scattered in the sea because she doesn’t want to trouble her family and find it pointless anyway to have them pay respect to her ashes. To me though, the decision should be made by those left behind. We are dead anyway, so honestly, it doesn’t matter whether our ashes are in an urn, in the sea, or the rubbish chute. It probably matters more to those who are living. If it brings them comfort and closure having a “space” to go to, to remember their loved ones, then so be it.
