Death, it is a very sensitive subject. people should rejoice but it never ends that way because all you can see is there's more tears than laughters. the person is safer now, their suffering is over. they're returning back to the creator. but, the people living are ones whom feel the intense agony. the sense of loss, the regret and the " wish i coould... ". its called the human nature.
the least we could do is jut to pray for the loved one whom has just left. ive seen dead bodies myself. the people whom i knew, i loved and the people whom i barely manged to give a smile or just a hi. but still, i do feel the emptiness when i knew, he/she has left the emptiness on this earth. i am sure the person would have changed someone else's life, in a way or another, add colours and sparkles into each other's life.
but still, life is a gift. we shouldnt waste it. there are people whom thinks about you all the time, pray for you everyday and hope you well. someone jumped her life away. life never goes on for her. when u failed in love, u cry, u fall but at the end of the day, you still have to pick up and move on.
seriously, i wouldnt want to waste my life for a stupid dumbass guy who makes you suffer. enjoy life lah, dont need bf to live also! teenage galz must let loose and enjoy life to the fullest. just like me.
anyway, celebrated van's birthday after school. came out with an idea of putting this
happy birthday van,my laughing pill! so glad to have known you. though we just knew each other in a very short period of time, you were always there for me especially when we were going through the hard times and pulling it through together. listening to what i feel(you should know about what. heh) and messaging me to know if im fine when you know im not.i felt like as if i have my charmaine with me. HAHAHA! because u always reminds me of my bff!
you know i would write a lovey dovey post for you but im sleepy already.
oh yes! and i know susan might be reading this, love u partner . HAHA!
BAIBAI. SLEEPING TIME.
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