With the latest news of death in Singapore, I'm reminded of the blues.
Last Breath
Translated line by line in Singlish, it goes like this:
Verse 1:
Got sick , got pain, very tough
Out out, in in, general hospital
Injection makes you lose hair, eat medicine, vomit
Whole day lie in bed
Chorus:
Beg Heaven, beg Buddha
Let me walk good good (go in peace)
Call father call mother, you must bring me along
To be together with you
Verse 2:
This year only 40 plus
Why get close to me
Die cannot die, live cannot live
Left with half life to drag
Chorus: (2x)
Beg Heaven, beg Buddha
Let me walk good good (go in peace)
Call father call mother, you must bring me along
To be together with you
Life, I already 'see broken' (accept as it is)
~~~
This song tugs at my heartstrings because my dear friend died of cancer in his 40's. During the final stage, he told me, "Chiak pah, tahn si" meaning "eat and wait to die". Fortunately, he was bedridden for only a few days before he passed on. We still shared jokes and had our laughs during his final days.
Man, woman, birth, death, infinity.
The art of living is to die young... as late as possible. If only we could.
The rulers, the ruled The conquerors, the vanquished
Everyone must fall.
And who makes all the final decisions about when their time is up? Not men himself.
But some still forget that above the richest man, the most powerful man, the greatest conqueror, their destiny is still decided by an unknown power called death.
Fish, the art of living is best demonstrated by LKY and Nathan, inspiration to all PAP stooges.
i.e, to live well to a ripe old age of 87 and counting...does not matter if they were cowards and traitors to the country, reward themselves with obscene pay, pretend to serve the people and of course, pretend they are indispensable.
At the end of it all, humans are just 'dust in the wind' and I believe the art of living becomes more meaningful when one is remembered for the right reasons.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The double speak, the hubris that I get from the power that is especially the leeders irks me no end.
The balls carrying sychophantic mainstream media suffocate me. I can hardly breathe.
Some say I may get radicalised, but fortunately, the alternative news and views that I get from internet keeps me sane.
The ability to write in this blog gets the elephant off my chest and helps me breathe easier. It lightens me up!
When it's all said and done, just feedmetothefish.
With my crazy writing, my children and the greatgrandma of my granddaughter worry that the "legal/factual" big stick will come after me for being radicalised or for being ridiculous:)
Hopefully, the fish will get me first:)
Thank you for visiting.
4 Comments:
The rich, the poor
The powerful, the meek
The rulers, the ruled
The conquerors, the vanquished
Everyone must fall.
And who makes all the final decisions about when their time is up? Not men himself.
But some still forget that above the richest man, the most powerful man, the greatest conqueror, their destiny is still decided by an unknown power called death.
Fish,
the art of living is best demonstrated by LKY and Nathan, inspiration to all PAP stooges.
i.e, to live well to a ripe old age of 87 and counting...does not matter if they were cowards and traitors to the country, reward themselves with obscene pay, pretend to serve the people and of course, pretend they are indispensable.
At the end of it all, humans are just 'dust in the wind' and I believe the art of living becomes more meaningful when one is remembered for the right reasons.
Hitler was/is more widely known than any good ruler in history. To be perpetually remembered, a rotten name does better.
which means LKY will forever be remembered.
who else in history managed to hoodwinked almost the entire civilised world ?
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