Narrations

When clubbing, there are two types of people.
The first is here to look for one night stand.
The second is here to stand whole night.

so true D:

clipped from masak-masak.blogspot.com Whenever I'm around the Imbi area, I'll usually head towards Weng Hing or the Imbi market. As I wanted to try something new, I ended up at this corner coffeeshop I always pass by. The Imbi road system is kinda chaotic at the moment as it's now one way hence if you end up at the wrong side of the road, they divert you at the back streets instead.

This is a test post..hence the lol title. I got to know of a new browser, Wyzo which I'm using now. It's based on Firefox and is still in alpha, hence the similarities. There is a plug in called Clipmarks where you can clip almost anything and instantly blog it. So yea the stuff up there are not mine and I do not claim credit for it. Visit the original blog by clicking the link at the top. Back to playing with all the wonderful plugins :D

I made my way to Tzong Huat's wake yesterday night. It was at the parlor opposite the old Rex cinema. I could see the it was cloudy and the night was cool and breezy. My brother who was back for the weekend also knew Tzong Huat because he was in the prefectorial board. So he came along as well. I arrived to the warm handshake of Yean Shin, another classmate whom I've not met since leaving school.

We talked and did some catching up. Adrian was already there, having caught the bus back from KL, seating beside our old Brother Michael. Must have been a really "nice" journey for him. Anyway, many others arrived awhile later, most of whom I've never really kept in contact. We went in and paid our last respects, then returned our seats.

Most of us sat separately, among our own cliques and talked only among ourselves. Where is the fellowship you ask me? We will never truly feel it until someone is lost. I guess mistakes are not easily avoidable. I wanted to just go and talk to them, but fearing I had not much of a topic I just stuck with my own group the whole night. Once again the irony of humans.

Sigh.

I didn't really feel as sad as I was about Teck Chuen and Edmond. Discussing this with Nick, I came to a conclusion that it was because they both died at the same time and also very tragically. They died in an accident. Vijay also talked about this with me because he also lost two friends this recently; how he hated the way he couldn't really feel sad. I'm starting to feel the same way.

So to end this wall of text, Tzong Huat's cremation will be on this Wednesday. I'm going to go seeing that I missed both Teck Chuen's and Edmond's ceremony. Cremations are daunting because that's when the sadness is at it's maximum. So...yeah.









p/s If you notice I'm starting to post in first-person, feels more natural and I'm not good at words so posting third-person makes it really hard. I'm uploading my Cambodia trip pics so I think the next post will be about that. Later then..

I returned from church, contemplating what to post cause i felt i should constantly update my blog. A few ideas came to my mind and I even made notes on my phone. I got home at 10.30pm sat down for tv. I got a message from Kiwen at 11.

"Just to inform you, Tzong Huat our head prefect has just passed away due to his back problem."

My heart felt heavy, it pounded hard, resonating all the way to my head. I tried to make meaning of this ill news. Back problems? I had just lost a friend, after losing two the year before. This feeling is all too familiar and I honestly hate it. In a way I was closer to Tzong Huat than either Teck Chuen or Edmond. I grew up with him, known him since primary, attended the same tuition, played badminton with him on alternate evenings. We were close all the way to secondary, only drifting apart during the later secondary years. But I always see him at school, with him being head prefect I was always getting spot-checked by him but he usually lets me free for the pettier offences.

Sigh.

As this is, I'm going to attend my third funeral, the third one for a friend. Seriously I'm getting sick and tired of funerals. We are only 21. I only want to hear about the next one in 50 years time.

And we never got to catch up about old times. Even when he was alive, chatting with him wasn't even in my mind. Now you wished you had done something with him before...
Haha the irony and melancholy of humans. So say a little prayer, a prayer for your friends, past and present. Say a prayer for my friend, whom I never got to befriend again.