Sundays are sad days. I enjoy the luxury of sleeping in till late and making use of the day to do whatever I want to - haircut, facial, gym, sleep, eat etc etc.. Its really a luxury for me since I work on saturdays..
But Sunday nights are always very gloomy.. because I know that all good things come to an end.. It'll be another 6 more days to endure before I can enjoy the luxury again.
I guessed that's what life is about in a certain sense.. we usually have to put up with certain things in life in order to get to what we want. Put up with things like working hard, working late, letting work dominate your life, having no time for yourself, sacrificing sleep or time with friends and family.. so that you can eventually have some form of material achievements before you can move onto non-material pursuits.
I finally went back to the salon today because I needed a hair dye and a hair cut very badly. I always feel that hair is really important because you wear it everyday! Oh so yup, I went back to THAT'S HAIRDRESSING, where I frequent. Since koko's gone, I have to move on with my life. It just feels strange because everything's still the same as of the last time I remembered. But she's just not there anymore. At some point of time, it was as if she had never existed. I was told that they scattered her ashes into the sea because according to the chinese traditions, her unnatural death denied her entitlement to a proper altar. How sad it is. After 25 years of life, you become but a handful of ashes.. with a sprinkle, the last of you gone forever, never to be found again, never complete again.
Why do people die? Its a terrible way to be erased. The thought of ceasing to exist is haunting.. the fragility of life..
Even though I hate Mondays because I hate to start the waking-up-early routine again, I want to wake up on Monday. I'm thankful to be alive.
