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title:Death Do Us Part.
date:Thursday, August 25, 2005 | Thursday, August 25, 2005


Recently, I've been thinking really hard on what I would be like if my parents were to die at this very moment, at the same time. How would I react? How would I handle it? Will I cry? Will I sigh? What is going to happen? Am I going to feel hopeless? The list goes on... Then, I asked my parents over dinner. My dad said that he won't worry about my brother and I cause he knows we are strong. At the same time, my mum did not say a thing throughout the conversation. Some part of me knew why, some part of me did not. Not long, my mum said " Whatever happens, you just got to decide once we die, what your plans are, what you want to do to move on and you just have to take care of each other, supporting each other through thick and thin. " Sometimes, I have no idea why I think of such things... I guess it's because I'm a curious person who wants to learn alot. At this moment, I can only wonder and build up my stamina for that day to come. How about you? Have you ever wondered how it would be like to lose the most precious people in your life? I've lost a few precious people already, and it hurts of course.

Some people hate
The ones they love the most
Still, it does not hurt
To say a word
That could mean a thousand words
and yet still be the same,
without toads.
There are people who love
the ones they hate the most
and yet, forget the words
that mean alot to those
who eat oats.

a poem written by andrea li wei ying