Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Morbid Talk
Small Talk
Have you people make any plans for this coming long weekend??? Can you just imagine!?! Thurs evening to Sunday night! WOOHOO!!! Let's go for drinks tomorrow evening. Jio me go out k! Anyone! Everyone! Heh.
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Joyce was telling me she wants sunflowers at her own funeral. A yellow and orange theme, she says. Sounds very McD0na1d's to me wor. (Must enlarge that picture k!)
Ok, I just realised R0nald's decked in yellow and red, not orange. My bad. Sorry, children.
I have been thinking about how my funeral would be like for the longest time. I want the mood to be light-hearted. 'Cus I would be knockin' on Heaven's door. Actually not. The door would be open.
Anyway, I would like to have my funeral in the woods.
Just imagine the leaves falling from the trees. A big band playing at my funeral, accompanied by a choir. Swinging jazz style, of course.
Never mind. I've changed my mind. Too noisy. I would just have Diana Krall sing for me.
Nearby, wooden tables are set. Decorated with mini-white roses from Holland. Guests would eat from Tiffany's silverware.
Such a beautiful funeral, all of you must attend k!
Else I would just have to invite you personally.
You wouldn't want that, would you?
Sigh. Reality check. S1ngap0re has no woods. So prolly under one HDB flat, with people pouring in.
"Wah! Got funeral there leh! Sure got gambling one. Let's go leh!"
What mini-roses? I can die laughing if there are chrysanthemum flowers.
*cries* "Why he die so young?" *sob sob* "Ok, let's not waste the chrysanthemum flowers. I go make chrysanthemum tea for everyone."
Nice.
Expect no McSp1cy. Curry chicken maybe still have. With disposable paper plates.
And while you're having that, some getai singers would prolly croon 'Jin Tian Bu Hui Jia'.
Makes sense what. Can't go home anymore.
I'm tired. Good night everyone. Have a smashing evening. Go amuse yourself elsewhere. Still don't want to write comments. Shame on you! *tsk tsk*