what i am actually supposed to be doing : Malay compo due last friday

i just read this short story from a book ade lent me. its about this woman who drums on the drums. she has such possession and control over her drums that she can sell 4 cds of her drumming. her second cd went platinum. but one night, she started halucinating about this bird that emerged from her drums. this little bird first made her blind. then, deaf. and finally, dead.

the bird made her do it.

of course, this is not the complete story.

the little bird made me think. what if i cant see? obviously, i would miss all the splendid colours, all the beauty our earth has to offer. i cant see your face, cant possibly fathom the sight of a scene. So many wonderful things i would miss. But then again, i will never see the people getting hurt. i will never be tempted by a piece of heavenly chocolate fudge cake in a window display because, heck, i cant see it, cant possibly know of its existence unless i enter the shop and be assaulted by the curious smells a place can offer. i wont ever have to deal with the problem i tink everyone is facing: where to look at when u are in the mrt and u are in the tunnel with no book to read, no handphone to distract myself with, nothing. you cant really look at other people because they'll stare at u funny, u cant stare at the black walls of the tunnel because they bore u to tears.
u wont ever see the horrors of war.
because even looking at textbook photographs is enough to leave an imprint on your soul.

what about sounds? what if i was deaf? i wont ever hear the sweet music of life, the sounds of my surroundings, the cacophony of existence. songs will be just mere titles and words to me. what is a world without music? but if i were deaf, i wont have to hear all these words. words that do more harm then a physical beating. heck, i wouldnt even know wad a fart sounds like. a fart... do u guys tink about this? wad would life be if u never heard the sound of fart?

and death. today ade said that "everyone will die eventually, its just that they dont want to die so fast." which i tink is really true. why do people fear death? our lifes on this plane of existence is as significant as a grain of sand compared to the whole universe.

people live, people die. compare your lives to those great inventors, writers, legends in their own ways. people who are chosen to be remembered even after a century has passed since their expiry date.

i want u to do something now. pick up a piece of pen and paper and write down all the names of the people you know.everybody. even if u dont know the name of the uncle who sells snacks in the school canteen but u remember him because of his giam siap ness, write "giam siap uncle from snack stall". look at your list. do u tink these people will remember u after u are gone? will anyone even stop to tink "ohmigosh! she's dead, wad a pity.i/she could have.."

death is a loss of possibilty for greater destinies.

so, what did YOU think about today?