I can't get to sleep so here's another post. I'm so gonna regret this in the morning.

Was watching some HK drama and Bernice Liu was talking about facing death in a positive manner.

I've always wondered what the point of living was. We are born, we go to school, we fall in love, we go to work, we fall sick, we die. It's like this routine that everyone goes through. So no matter what achievements you attain in your life, you still have to die right. Right ?

My mom said, some people want to leave a legacy, some people want to do good in the world. Some want to have a meaningful life. Deep. But I'm not really into the leaving a legacy kinda thing. I can't bring it into the grave with me anyway. And I don't really see the point in people lauding me when I can't bask in the glory. (Lol superficial I know)

And yet, somehow I'm afraid to die. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, what if I were to die tomorrow? Or maybe in the next hour. How would I die? Preferably not in a painful manner. There are so many things I've yet to do and see. The future's staring at me in the face, full of unexpected twists and turns, it kinda scares me.

It's rather contradictory, I know.

I seldom blog about stuff like that so I'm sorta surprising myself too. I think most of my posts contain stuff which float on the surface if you get what I mean.

Oh by the way, what would my last meal be?

Pumpkin, chilli crabs, durian and lava cake! Whoohoo. Oh, and my grandmama's fried chicken. Her fried chicken drumsticks are crazy awesome.

I really miss her cooking. :( I like rice the way she used to cook it; moist and sticky, with braised eggs and steamed pomfret. Beansprouts with dao gua (beancurd?) too. :(