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A Freudian Analysis

Stamped: 6/21/2007 10:51:00 AM

I was having a random morbid revelation last night -

What if I die tomorrow, what would happen?

Will the funeral be fucking expensive? Got tentage and serve curry chicken, peanuts and packet drinks? Or english pastry, sheperd's pie and vintage wine? What sort of coffin will I lay in? Will it have air-conditioning (considering I didn't have any when I was alive. Okay. Got one grievance then.), and crisp white inner cushioning?

When I die, who will come to my funeral?
Who will remember me?
Who will grieve for me?
Will I have made a difference in anyone's lives?
How much 'pek kim' will they give?
Did I still owe anyone money?

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Actually, I'd want people to be happy and make merry if they do turn up. Maybe that's how I want to be remembered. I would want to go to my grave without any grievances, and I'd want those people I care and know to bear none as well.
Hmm...I wonder if they have blogs in the afterlife...

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    June 21, 2007 11:46 AM  

    When u die

    I will go to ur funeral...

    I will remember u...

    I will grieve for u...

    You would had made a difference in my life...

    I will give u at least $50 to $100...

    And yes, You do OWE ME $$$...


    So, please make sure you pay me back before you die...

    Thanks.

    Regards,
    Your Blood Brother
    Freddie... top

  • Blogger kelnvb says so:
    June 21, 2007 11:50 AM  

    Can donate paper air con for me? top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    June 21, 2007 11:52 AM  

    can, no prob..

    i shall PERSONALLY make one for u...

    or would u prefer two maids with fans??? you know, those "back in the days" maid?

    Fred. top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    June 21, 2007 11:02 PM  

    You must have been too free in the office to think about nonsense like this. How i wish i got so much freedom like you.. Cheers.. top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    June 22, 2007 8:54 AM  

    hmmm, wonder this person is saying i free to make these comments? or kelvin is free to think of such nonsense...

    anyway...

    another anonymous entry...

    yawnz...

    I am so bored...

    Fred top

  • Blogger kelnvb says so:
    June 22, 2007 3:29 PM  

    Ya..dunno why bother making such comments and not bothered to leave a name...anyway not like I bother. Ha. top

  • Blogger ~TonG~ says so:
    June 28, 2007 9:08 PM  

    When u die, pls call me to let me know so i can taste your curry chicken, donate my pek kim... Eh. Dead? Call me? Okay. Pls don't.

    Hmm.. Probably, i wont understand either.

    A dead Kel:
    "he gnot, m'i daed. Emoc tisiv em rednu ym kcolb. ereht lliw eb yrruc nekcihc fi u r yrgunh. mmh. slp gnirb gnola a tes fo ria dnoc."

    Hahaha. Just "gnikoJ" oops. top