Y .Sunday, August 06, 2006.
A fruitful sunday. It's been sumtime since i last went out with family to my grandma hse( maternal side).
In the afternoon, We made a trip to the temple. to pay respect to my late grandma( paternal).. Sumhow, tt trip made me ponder more about life. There was like.. hundred of tablets.( I don't noe what's the term for it) all scribbled with names. The ironic thing was that, my dad din noe which was my grandma. In the end, we called my aunt to ask. On the table were all the food tt ppl offered to the death. There were really a great deal of things. Coffee, meefen, mee,buns, a lot. Hmmm.
That's y ppl always sae, Life's never fair. As I glanced through the amount of food that was placed on the table. and the tablets. My bro asked my mum, what is gg to happen to all these food. Most prob is throw lar. If we can take a step back and think, IN singapore, even the dead gets food. On the other side of the globe, there are countries with people suffering from malnutrition, children not gettin enuff food and all.. food ration. This speaks how lucky we are to be living in Singapore.
Another thing was that, when i look at the tablets.. It did occur to me, in a way, can the dead realli get our offerings and prayers.. From our naked eye, what we can see, it's jus a piece of yellow paper scribbled with names. I went to ask my mum abt it tho, and what she could ans me was that, the tablet was jus smt to represent the dead, when we call for their names, they can hear us. being the seventh month, the hell gates are open. In this exceptional case, seeing is not believing. cos i already believe in their existence without seeing. With all the stories tt have been passed down.. i would rather choose to believe in it...
what's life after death. God Knows.
Sort out my thinkings.. Wun be bothered over tt stuff anymore. Dun wanna waste my time on ppl hu dont even give a damn. no one likes to be taken for granted.