Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
When I die, I hope people will still speak of me. I hope my name will not become a word spoken with caution, I wish no awkward silences. I wish no polite descriptions; I hope I will not be mentioned with heavy respect unless it's respect for me, not for the dead. I hope I will not be spoken of and to, as a cold corpse in a coffin or dry ashes in an urn. I hope I will remain me to them, I may have gone far away but I have not ceased to exist. Its distasteful to be spoken of in false tones, words like “ she was a good person” are not spoken from the heart, they are just words in a script. Speak of me lightly, speak of me easily. Please when I die, please speak of me.
