i daydream. way too often. don't you?
i dream about what my life will be in 10 years. i dream about my wedding day: veil or no veil, 3 or 4 bridesmaids, garden wedding, church wedding?
i also dream about my funeral. it's not morbid, it's realistic. it's like a wedding, i'm going to be married someday, so it's a celebration of love. i'm going to die someday, why not imagine how my life will be celebrated? i'm not hoping to die, i just.. wonder what it'd be like. okay la after this post, i will touch wood ten times okay?
i want a garden after party (or funeral haha). no one is allowed to wear black and there must be cake. guests will be served my famous chicken soup (cos all moms gotta have a famous chicken soup) and playing in the background would be songs i listen to now. i hope for my children to sit around and talk about how much i used to annoy them, for them to realise later, how much they will miss me :)
the sun has gone to bed and so must i.
so long farewell auf wiedersehn goodnight.
*touches wood x10*
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For what is it to die but to stand naked
in the wind and to melt into the sun?
- Kahlil Gibran
If you pass away before me, I shall remember this post :) i share your passion for death too wahaha. now i know why we're friends.
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