it the time of th year again..for many people, they find it creepy. but it is this time of the year that i feel closer to some people tt i've crossed path with in my short life so far.and it is during this time when i remember them and hold them close to heart.

everybody lives a flitting existence..u never know when u're gonna die..never know when u might stop(as in never see them..)seeing some ppl ever again..it is a shock when u find out somebody has passed away..there is no way anybody can comfort u cuz they cant say: somebody else will come along(not respectful of the dead *shakes head*).they can't say: they can't say: u can just be friends cuz they'll never be there anymore. that part of ur life which they've occupied, no matter how small, will never be filled again..and i believe tt's wat grieving is all about, accepting that it'll always be there and to remember those tt have filled those places once..

to remember...this is gah fah's story..she was new to the hostel..and i was her "senior"..seniority based on which yeaar she came. i was sec 2 she sec3. and we were roommates. i cant say we had instant connection. but she wore a ring. and me, the forever kaypoh one, will always sit close to her(she sleeps beside me..) and listen to her stories abt her bf, her family..she seemed blissfully happy,she told me how far she has come with her bf, wat they have gone thru(he studied med in malacca, if my memory serves me rite..) and they even gone thru the lengths of nearly getting disowned by the family..he was her mum's cousin..for me, i washaving fun with this new roomie of mine..we talked abt our passions, she will print lyrics of songs and will teach them to me(i dun listen to chinese songs mah..)and also abt her hair(its natural copper..) i mean the stories abt DMs asking her to dye it black..and death as well.(my grandfather passed away not long before that..)then the hols came..we all left for home..i went to my aunt's house to stay for a week b4 i go home and she went to malacca to meet her bf..b4 she left, she left me a note saying: i've borrowed your new bag.. little did i know i was never to see her again..i found out only when i reached home..to me, it was like watching a show on tv..its real, but its never quite real.. till today, its like she is just a roommate who've moved out after a sem or a roommate i've lost contact with.. but she is remembered..thru small ways like "i used to have a very pretty roommate." or "that was the ending to the story of my fav bag bought from hongkong" a part of me will always be with her..

and hence, i've learnt..to live life like everyday counts..to appreciate things u see and hold now..to take joy from the simple pleasures in life..to seize the day..to feel important..to be remembered...

tt's the only way to immortality..tt's the only way to know we've LIVED...