Things have been quite interesting and at the same time confusing.
1) when she died,  she left all the money for me. Nothing for my brother. Why? Was it the honor of me to split the riches? But how much should i split? Is he too young to get what was his yet? so many questions left to those who are left behind.

2) For Da Vinci Lovers:
She is liar. She still is. She lies to phone companies, she lies to those whom she speaks to, she lies to the teachers, she lies the banks, she lies non stop. what pride is there in living her life? It doesnt matter to her. Then i wondered why it doesnt matter. The answer came only when i figured why the off spring tried so hard but fell to a life of lie.

Here's why: you live in it. you breathe in it. you see it daily. it no longer becomes a choice. The mind says to stop! but the body and sub consciousness leads to lie. It is the very same feeling when the mind says i need to study, but the body says lets take a break fast. Most are unable to withstand such subconsciousness. She lied. He lied. His He didnt lie, but his he is illiterate and wasnt bothered to know whats happening. He betrayed his his. and then went to school claiming a her caused him to lose his his. Yet his his still prays and remmebers him. Unfaltering care and concern till the last breathe.

3) Before her death, she would sit in front of the tv the whole day. Everyone were pissed with the over long hours of nonstop tv watching. Then at night before she slept if anyone existed in the room besides her, she wwould sigh a long long long sigh...

many times she'd sigh.. then she'd complain its too hot to sleep. Sometimes when i look back on this things that happen in life. I question not just thhe being of a human existance in that very room, but the loneliness of that soul moving within the home. What would be a better place for her? what would be a better setting for her? The very time she came and knocked my door when i had a fever, she said "Go and eat now leh!" I was sick beyond measure. I was irritated as she didnt ask nicely but sounded like she was scolding. I exited the room, faced her as she looked at me with her left leg injured. I remember the words i said. I said in chinese: "Can you please not scold me. I am already sick." She went back to the room. She cried.