Death

I have to admit that Japanese Story is one of the worst and boring movie that I had ever watched in my life, nothing will be worst than this. Nevertheless, the subject of death do attracts me. I was informed by my friends who watched it earlier that the main male character will eventually died. Throughout the movie, I never expected that he will die just like that. I still cannot believe Hiromitsu died after he jumped into the lake. It happened just like that! It was very shocking of how the team portrayed his death.

And this is somehow a turning point for me; it helps me to ponder upon life, death to be precise. Like what Sandy’s mother said, “Its part of being alive.” Yes. Its part of life as everyone will face it sooner or later and it’s always around us. We have to admit it, people die everyday and even in Australia nowadays, people are dying due to the massive bush fires.

I don’t know how to describe death as I’m still alive. Nonetheless, I’m sure it will be very painful to leave your love one and what you had achieved in life. However, if you do believe in God, I’m sure you’ll be eager to meet Him; if and only if you did good things before your life were taken. Luckily Japanese Story is just a movie and I don’t know what Hiromitsu fate will be as he was unfaithful towards his wife. Haha

The reason I wrote this thing is because I did faced several shocking deaths in my life. The one that I remembered the most was my paternal grandfather. What I can recall about him is his features; he was a wiry skinny old man who smokes a lot with a square face which I inherited and I would say him as a rather typical Kelantanese male. He was suffering from the heart and cancer problem and was hospitalised to the HKB. We left him and went back to Raub after confirming that he was in a stable condition. The next day we received a call saying that he was dead. Everyone was very shock as he was showing a positive sign of recovery but we must accept the fate. It all lies in HIS hand.

The other death that I had to face was my maternal great-grandfather as he died soon after I registered in KBU. It was early in the morning when my mom messaged me about the news. He died suddenly and until now I still don’t know what the reason was as my mom disclosed little information on it to me. I can’t hold my self from crying and my heart was desperately asking me to go back to my hometown. I phoned my mom but she was against the idea of me coming along with them. At that time my mind already came out with a plan of going back to Kelantan but I was asked to stay in Bandar Utama. It was devastating as I did not have the chance to see him for the last time and I went to class as usual as nothing happened. It was hard because I was new here and I can’t really reveal how awful I felt throughout the day.

The recent one was the death of a blogger. I don’t know if he is a famous one but I did read his blog frequently. I don’t know why but his death affected me in a way that I felt lost although I only know him from his writing. I don’t know how and why but from his blog I can sense that he was indeed a good man and it was a heart breaking to know that the world lost him in just a second. What made me more sad was by reading the sidebar on his blog of others updating and reporting upon his death.

This shows that we can’t predict death. It’s all written. Who knows while I’m on my way crossing the road to KBU, I myself might be hit by the car and die.

Well, recalling back on what happened to me, maybe I had understand a bit on what the writer and director of the Japanese Story tried to say. Life is short! You can die out of the blue like Hiromitsu. The same goes to my family members and the blogger. At least, do appreciate your life and enjoy it in a good way.

Sigh~ I’m writing it while people are celebrating love.