silly thoughts

i finally saw the movie. i’ve been wanting to see it because i’ve read the book. i wanted to see if the filmmakers can give justice to the book. (note to people: always read the book first before you think of seeing the movie version of the book. the book always has more to offer.). and it’s sad to say that i didn’t find anything special with the movie. some scenes were dragging, when the book was really a page-turner. i must say i expected more from a ron howard-akiva goldsman tandem again, having been oscar winners.

most people who die have a last wish regarding their funeral. and when i die, my last wish is i want everyone to wear black in my funeral, from head to toe, if possible. not because it’s the color of mourning or because i want people to mourn for me. but because it just looks good and i love black:) and if my funeral is on a sunny day, i also want everyone to wear shades. dark, thick-framed shades, like the classic gucci sunglasses:)

when someone we know passed away, my parents always made sure that they go to the wake and attend the funeral. and if ever they really can’t attend the funeral due to other matters, they made it a point to go to the last night of the wake and stay really late. in most cases, they brought us along to see relatives we don’t see often to get to know them more. and i’m really grateful that my parents ‘trained’ us this way. we’re used to going to wakes and attending funerals. they instilled in us the importance of paying your last respects to a person. in this way, the grieving family somehow knows that they have people behind them who will support them while coping with the loss of a loved one. and this gives them comfort.

* every time i go to a wake, i make sure that i go to the coffin and look at the body. i have this weird belief that if i don’t look at the body, the person will visit me in my dreams or wherever…haha…

it has been a very long time since my sister and i were mistaken as twins. heck, it was ages ago. before, it was easy to think of us as twins because we wore the same clothes, we had the same length of hair, we were as tall as each other, and somehow, there were some similarities in our features. it all changed while growing up. she became to look more like my dad, and i, my mom. and as we were getting our dose of swimming a while ago, there was this guy in front of us who kept on looking at us and finally asked if we were twins. and i couldn’t help but laugh because as i said, it has been a long time since i heard that remark again. we had to tell him we weren’t twins but we were sisters. and it’s also the first time a person did not take my sister as the eldest. people often thought that my sister is the older one because she looks more mature than me. apparently, i have a baby face…haha…but not this time i guess…