Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Life's fragile...
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Haiz...
todae so sad..
my mom was whispering stuff into my ear
while i was slping...
that would be between 330-5am...
saying that my...
granduncle has passed away...
in the middle of the nite...
he has puenomia...
i went to sch as usual...
then mrs goh told us the news of the death of our fellow tpjcian...
xian liang...
which i oredi knew last nite...
haiz...observed 1min of silence...
den she talked abt him...
and i cried...
haiz..
just cant tahan...
it's like he found out of his illness...
brain tumor/ cancer...
last december...
its like people walk in and out of our lives...
though i dun noe him...
but i noe of his existence...
but under this close proximity...
ive failed to realise his absence from sch all this while...
haiz...
it's veri sad...
no one should be suffering like this...
even if u see osama being tortured...
haiz...you wouldnt want to...i wouldnt...
haiz..
i look arnd me...
and see some ppl crying silently too...
and i bet many of them are like me...
who doesnt noe him at all...
haiz...
have we allowed ourselves to be THIS
segregated from one another?
ppl just die nowadaes...
maybe ill die suddenly one of these days too..
self-induced or not...
i told my artrm friends...
to lay my body head 1st down the steps of my art coursework location...
must be headfirst...
otherwise i look as if i slipped and fell to my death...
den must pour bitumen or grossy black stuff all over me...
and merge me with my art work...
sounds like a nice death...
niaoren 7/28/2004 12:08:00 AM