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Wednesday, May 26, 2010 It is funny how this world can be. There are people around us whom we will never contact until we know that they are dead. Qian Xiang was never really in my life. except for the days in secondary school, when we had tonnes of fun making jokes out of each other, with our lame wrestling moves and many more. I met him again in the army. Became his instructor, had wonderful memories again although the time together was short. We managed to got together again, by fate or wadsoeva, in the same camp. And we again had several flashes of recollections together once again. It is strange. He was never my best friend. I didnt know the girl he liked, i never knew if he had any siblings, however these memories were lasting enough till this day. Now tat he is gone, a familiar feeling hit me hard right in the face. Feels like i've lost a flesh or two again. Life and death. If only death can be a subject that could be studied per se, just like physics and mathematics, to be alive after it to tell all others. I've said this a million times. dont just see other's flaws all the time. Consider if u too were in anyway similar, to hold in possession the ugliness you saw in others. Enjoy the company. cherish the laughters. Hug close to you, those you deem dear. Living may be forgiving, but life will not as so. To my familys and shiyu. I love you. i'm so sure of what i feel inside 12:57 AM Saturday, May 22, 2010 It's a sin for woman to cry. Cos it makes the man beside you feel obliged to cheer you up. What will you do when you see someone in need? will you give her a hand? or will you let her die. So what if u wished to help, and the help was unaccepted?? If it's bad enough for those who are in the predicament, i think it is equally as bad for those who wishes to help but their help are disregarded. I awfully need to look for a job. no. A job awfully has to find me. After a week of searching, there are no signs of potential employments from any company. Or maybe i'm not putting enough effort. Breathes in deep. Breathes out deep. I wonder how the other boys are doing. i'm so sure of what i feel inside 12:32 PM Tuesday, May 11, 2010 It has been a long time bloggie. Sem 2 is done and i aint a freshie anymore. It's funny how tings pass by so quickly just in an instance. It's hard to believe there will be a new batch of aerospace students coming in next semester and i'll be ther senior already. So how have life been? New additions, and no losses i'd say. As i walked down the same path i took most of the time from the station back to my house, with both the usual sheep and gs, a sudden flash back appeared right in my mind; how we used to walk down the same path in our green shorts during our sec school days, to the days when we wore the same long pants in JC and now finally together as wadever we are now(in our berms and slippers). Things have never really changed, we merely become more of who we already are. And so this is what they truly meant, that a leopard never change its spots. And perhaps this sentence do extend to everyone in this world. I seem to have heard this fromsomewhere; "when a person have lived through adolescence, what's left in him is a leopard, who never changes its spots." Okay i made that up. Hahaha. U can try, but for all you can, is to fabricate a picture of the leopard with the spots you wish to have. Mingbang is a person not many will understand. He is a person who is always thinking. If he ever succeed, that will be the strength that brought him thus far. However a strength that aid in the same way it stings; a doubled edge sword. If he ever messes himself up, it'll be the thinking too. Successes, are hard to come by unfortunately, so my interpretation, Mingbang is a pretty messy guy inside too sometimes. He's thoughts are so viscous, sometimes it clouds him of what he already understands, and now things just look extremely confusing. Left or Right. What are you? He has no idea how to react anymore sometimes. Oh maybe he is really petty. For all the things he sees or hear, perhaps it's just good to turn a blind eye, ignore everything. i'm so sure of what i feel inside 12:40 AM |