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Sunday, March 25, 2007

11:22 PM

Today, following my Dad to work, where he drives a bus, we went to Mandai Crematorium and Columbarium.
He was supposed to take this Indian family to there, and back to Siglap later where there are rows and rows of bungalows. At first I thought it was just a routine trip to the zoo or something, but when I noticed almost all the people were donning white suits, I asked and found our destination.
When we reached, it was a serene place, where crickets chirped noisily against the tranquil background of silence, where it was surrounded by the beautiful Seletar Reservoir and where it was built with soothing earth tones, with sandy boulder walls and simplistic design.
Actually, it's quite a scenic place. I would strongly suggest any photographer to go take a look.
In any case, there is an atmosphere of peace, as though it was a nursery room, not a place where they roasted dead bodies into soot to be stored in a pot.
And another thing I realize - I need to be more smart about my dressing. No, nothing's wrong alright, I look perfectly normal in a Giordano T-shirt and short combination, and if you take notice that it's spring season now and I look just great in green, there's no reason I shouldn't wear what I did. But one thing for sure - Giordano has got to stop printing Stephen R. Covey's stuff on their T-shirts.
Like, 'Begin with the end in mind.'
Which, if you don't recall, is an extremely stupid thing to wear in a crematorium.
Perhaps it might explain my permanent arm-crossed posture throughout the whole journey, for fear that some provoked person might hack me into three thousand pieces out of grief.
I remember the only time I had to staunchly do that was the time I lost my prefect badge in P3 and had to cross my arms high so no one would notice.
Which, suffice to say, looked pretty ridiculous.
I mean, being stupid is one thing, and looking like that is another. In the former, one still can be excused, for a person's cerebellum capacity is largely hereditary, but in the latter case, looking dumb is a sin condemned by all who are fashion-orientated.
I mean, even those Indians had gorgeous white gowns and U2000 white, pure, simply wonderful flowy shirts - so why can't I get the same?
I know, I know, it's pretty shallow of me to talk about funeral attire when people die and it's supposed to be a time of sorrow. (Yes, I did see sobbing. I did feel sad. What I did not, was to uncross my arms.)
By the way, I have no intention of causing racial disharmony - I have absolutely nothing against them. In fact, I'm quite marveled at how they can be so strong after a loved one died - only a old woman teared in public - and of course, guiltily, admittedly, how they can look so great in mono hue.
I heard from my dad that those people were supposedly from a rich family and the person who died owned some hotel downtown.
Oh well. He still had to die. So will the poor.
Death, the greatest leveler? "We are all equal six feet under,"
Bull. Death isn't the greatest leveler. The Great Singapore sale is. We all get the same chance of grabbing that Louis Vuitton bag.

signed, jiasheng

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