Its contradicting. I see many things, success stories about life, hope and everything positive, but now I hear a sad story about my friend from somebody esle's blog.
He was a friend of mine. Part of my memory, a living fixture around my estate that I took for granted. Never ever did I thought that he'll be gone and now, hes not here anymore. I wont see him on a bus ride nor play basketball with him. Hes gone to a faraway land, perhaps a happier one. I don't know whats the full story but I could feel something depressing about him. Seldom do I see his smiles, mostly, I see his troubled look. Honestly, he was a nice guy, it was us who didn't appreciate it and left him behind as we moved on and ventured out of this comfort zone. All of us started from the same area, but soon after, we moved on and started to have friends from esle where and slowly, we left the court and pursued other interests.
I can't register the fact that hes gone for ever, and hes the first on the list for friends who departed from the world. Though hes not exactly a close friend but I felt sad. Not devasting but theres this depressing feeling that took me over. My mind now is filled with memories of seeing him smoking at the bus stop, hailing a cab, in that blue tee and beige bermuda during a basketball competition and many more. Bit my bit, the memories that was lost initially to the vast world returned bit by bit. I cant even concentrate on the stuff that I should be memorizing cos I just cant accept the fact.
Whatever it is, he moved on to another place and we all should. Take it as a wake up call to cherish people and things around.. Life is just like a cigarette, when its gone its gone. Whats left will only be ashes.
RIP Kei lok.
He was a friend of mine. Part of my memory, a living fixture around my estate that I took for granted. Never ever did I thought that he'll be gone and now, hes not here anymore. I wont see him on a bus ride nor play basketball with him. Hes gone to a faraway land, perhaps a happier one. I don't know whats the full story but I could feel something depressing about him. Seldom do I see his smiles, mostly, I see his troubled look. Honestly, he was a nice guy, it was us who didn't appreciate it and left him behind as we moved on and ventured out of this comfort zone. All of us started from the same area, but soon after, we moved on and started to have friends from esle where and slowly, we left the court and pursued other interests.
I can't register the fact that hes gone for ever, and hes the first on the list for friends who departed from the world. Though hes not exactly a close friend but I felt sad. Not devasting but theres this depressing feeling that took me over. My mind now is filled with memories of seeing him smoking at the bus stop, hailing a cab, in that blue tee and beige bermuda during a basketball competition and many more. Bit my bit, the memories that was lost initially to the vast world returned bit by bit. I cant even concentrate on the stuff that I should be memorizing cos I just cant accept the fact.
Whatever it is, he moved on to another place and we all should. Take it as a wake up call to cherish people and things around.. Life is just like a cigarette, when its gone its gone. Whats left will only be ashes.
RIP Kei lok.
