Death
Pre-mature death, if there ever is such a fitting description for the passing of young promising individuals. The missing presence of a friend were one of the many multitudes of thoughts that crossed my mind this recent Chinese New Year celebration. As usual, I will have my annual reunion with my fellow Michaelians. The passing of two friends were mentioned in passing. And then it crossed my mind; that to date, I have lost 3 friends that I went to school with; two to illness and one to a motor vehicle acccident.
Though none of them were particularly close to me, it did got me thinking - how would my friends have lead their lives if I had the ability to go back in time, to tell them that fate would not allow them to live beyond 25 years of their live? How would YOU have lived?
How do you deal with the Friendster account, e-mail address, IM contact of friend who is no longer around?
Anandra lost his battle with bone cancer. It takes a while to sink in the fact that young people are not immune to cancer. My sketchy memory remembers him as the guy who stands in the line next to mine in school assemblies. The quiet guy who always eats his simple lunch of bread by the corridor in front of 1A5. His middle class parents sent him off to Ukraine, in the hope that he will return as a doctor...The last time I saw him was in year 2003 (I think), when I bumped into him at a hypermarket in Ipoh, we had a brief conversation. My last chat with him was over YM, when he was asking for assistance in setting up Internet sharing for his rented room.
Lim Tze Hong's life was tragically ended up after he fell from his motorbike, before being run-over by a bus. He was on his way back to his campus at UKM after paying a visit to a family relative. A supposedly "good Samaritan" stole his wallet in the after-math, creating further complications for the hospital staff to identify him. Some people deserved to be tormented in hell for eternity. Words can't describe the sadness in his parents eyes when I went for his funeral. I remember Tze Hong as a quiet guy whom I sometimes used to do my morning patrol rounds with when we were both serving our school's prefectorial board. We knew each other since Standard 1 but somehow remained distant throughout our 12 years of education in St. Mike's.
Suresh shares the same birth date as me. But our recognition and reputation at school were world's apart. He died of an illness that his family were too ignorant and too poor to bother. His road-sweeper parents were constantly drunk or fighting. Teachers ignored him, branded him as useless. But his disciplinary issues were not the typical violent fights that us in the boys schools are familiar with. He was simply too bored and lost in classroom lessons. He spent 3 years sitting behind me from Form 1 till Form 3, always lost in his own imagination, amusing himself with his contraption of toys made out of cheap stationaries and talking to himself. On hindsight, I believed he was simply a kid with learning disability, and one blessed with an overly active visual imagination. I noted that he always describes events and visual memories in a highly detailed manner, but like everyone else at school - we just ignored him as slightly "cuckoo" or stupid.
Should I die, well at least this blog will keep a good record of snap-shots of my mind.
Though none of them were particularly close to me, it did got me thinking - how would my friends have lead their lives if I had the ability to go back in time, to tell them that fate would not allow them to live beyond 25 years of their live? How would YOU have lived?
How do you deal with the Friendster account, e-mail address, IM contact of friend who is no longer around?
Anandra lost his battle with bone cancer. It takes a while to sink in the fact that young people are not immune to cancer. My sketchy memory remembers him as the guy who stands in the line next to mine in school assemblies. The quiet guy who always eats his simple lunch of bread by the corridor in front of 1A5. His middle class parents sent him off to Ukraine, in the hope that he will return as a doctor...The last time I saw him was in year 2003 (I think), when I bumped into him at a hypermarket in Ipoh, we had a brief conversation. My last chat with him was over YM, when he was asking for assistance in setting up Internet sharing for his rented room.
Lim Tze Hong's life was tragically ended up after he fell from his motorbike, before being run-over by a bus. He was on his way back to his campus at UKM after paying a visit to a family relative. A supposedly "good Samaritan" stole his wallet in the after-math, creating further complications for the hospital staff to identify him. Some people deserved to be tormented in hell for eternity. Words can't describe the sadness in his parents eyes when I went for his funeral. I remember Tze Hong as a quiet guy whom I sometimes used to do my morning patrol rounds with when we were both serving our school's prefectorial board. We knew each other since Standard 1 but somehow remained distant throughout our 12 years of education in St. Mike's.
Suresh shares the same birth date as me. But our recognition and reputation at school were world's apart. He died of an illness that his family were too ignorant and too poor to bother. His road-sweeper parents were constantly drunk or fighting. Teachers ignored him, branded him as useless. But his disciplinary issues were not the typical violent fights that us in the boys schools are familiar with. He was simply too bored and lost in classroom lessons. He spent 3 years sitting behind me from Form 1 till Form 3, always lost in his own imagination, amusing himself with his contraption of toys made out of cheap stationaries and talking to himself. On hindsight, I believed he was simply a kid with learning disability, and one blessed with an overly active visual imagination. I noted that he always describes events and visual memories in a highly detailed manner, but like everyone else at school - we just ignored him as slightly "cuckoo" or stupid.
Should I die, well at least this blog will keep a good record of snap-shots of my mind.
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