the wake

i'd gone to the wake.

it reminds me of Dream's wake, only less magnificent and breath-taking. it's full of mortals instead of magic beings with wings and godlike powers. almost like staring at ants making their rounds about the coffin, instead of something else.

maybe that's me trying to avoid the fact that i'm at a funeral.


cried nonetheless. was aiming for minimal tears. felt like i succeeded. first wake ever, don't understand how it goes. when an elder dies it seems that elder transcends into godhood. maybe that's why the older and richer chinese have ancestrial rooms where all the tablets are.

whatever it is.

grandaunt, if you can suddenly understand english and access the net on top of having the intuition to find my blogsite: zou hao. i may not have known you very well, but you have been kind. thank you for none of the nastiness when others look at me in degrading light. thank you for loving my father even if he's the enfant terrible of his generation. may the Lord send His angels to guide your way.

you may not belong to him but i had prayed for your safe journey, He will ensure it. because He's that kinda God.