CCBOY '4' LIFE AND EVER...

Saturday, August 06, 2005

This week is a hell sia... Got ucler and it made me sweat like hell... Anyway 58more days to Promotional Exam.. Two more days to Speech Day in HSC... Those ppl reading my blog and is going to Speech Day, any idea where are we going before and after it....

Nothing much happened in school except for the Economics test yesterday on Market Structure, which I think is very impossible for me to ace it... Haiz...

My great-grandmother passed away on monday if not wrong... She was 94years old... Yesterday was my first time going to the funeral... My mother had been there since day one... Reached kembangan at about 5.30 yesterday and only saw my grandmum there... Den slowly all more relatives came...

Normal chinese rituals... Everyone of us holding onto a joss-stick standing in front of my great-grandmum coffin doing what the monks told us to.. Den we sat on the mat while the moks continue to chant... It lasted for about the time for a joss stick to burn finished... We rested for awhile and repeated this process for another 3times... I got burnt by the ashes for a few time... The last event of the day is the burning of house and other offerings.... The guys including me carried the paper house and stuff to the nearby empty land... Encountered a few problems during this ‘transportation’ like strong wind blowing against the paper building threaten to blow it down and the low ceiling of the void deck making it hard for us to carry... The monk did a few more chanting and we set the house ablaze... Within minutes like about 3, the whole building and offering burnt into ashes... It made me feel that life could just gone within a few minutes... Haiz why life have to be so short and stressful... After that, there were some interactions between the different group people... As you can tell, it was my Great-Grandmum hence there ought to be some very-mild-related relative of mine... Got to know 4girls who are older than me only a few years that.. However they are my mother’s cousins... Made me feel very awkward to call some people of my age group some auntie terms... Life of a chinese is complicated....
Today exactly supposed to play soccer with the usual people but cannot cause need to go to the last day of my Great-Grandmum’s funeral... Did the fall-in thingy again... Today got any group of ppl participated in the funeral - the ‘musical band’. I dunnoe wat are they called.. They are the one den go ‘dong dong chiang’...Sons, daughter, grandchildren , great-grandchildren of my great-grandmum got divided into groups of male anf female... Each group of sex sat one side beside the coffin while the ‘Musical Band’ started playing... I was sitting very near the band and their ‘performance was quite long’.... Since it was a long ‘performance i thought of a lot of thingy... Stared at coffin, offering and gazed at the band... The band consisted mostly of old men.... The instruments they used are very simple but the ‘music they created are loud and clear... I think the ‘performance’ was quite impressive, making me deaf after their show... After the ‘performance’, we rested a while before going to the cemetery... While resting, i notice all the band members gathered at a table gambling while some filled themselves with foods and drink there... To them funeral is just a place to relax i guessed... To me is a thingy that make you feel that life is filled with uncertainties...

We lined behind the van carrying the coffin in only our socks and started walking for a short distance before boarding the bus that brought us to the cemetry(the actual term i dunnoe how to spell)... Once we reached the place, i was so shocked as the place was quite beautiful and i thought the bus driver drove us to the wrong place... Had a ceremony before we gather the viewing gallery... During the ceremony, we were all quiet while the older generation showed traces of sorrow... However my little brother started laughing and stuffs as he was too young to understand thing... Not very respectful but i think the ppl there will forgive him...

At the viewing gallery where the coffin would be incinerated... The older generation started crying while the generation ahead of mine had reddened their eyes... Although I don’t really know my great-grandmum, I too feel very sad at that moment... Only my brother was smiling... When the door closed and the coffin cannot be seen anymore, the cries became louder.... Haiz...
I will end it here... Haiz... Life is short although my great-grandmum was 94... So please treasure your precious life...

CCBOY WEI QIANG WHO IS NOT A SISSY @ 5:37 PM

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