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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 |