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Sunday, January 21, 2007


I lost a dear classmate today. He was always bold about what he says (witty foul words) but friendly so that he'd never fails to greet me (eventhough we weren't too close). In many ways I am amazed by his outlook in life. I remember he told me just to live life, don't give such a damn about what other thinks. I miss him already, I really do.

When I first heard the news from friends, I don't know how to react so I didn't, made no sound, only my face tightening and a heavy lead weighting in my inside. It's surreal, we are all so young, he just waved to me across the street during summer, what are you saying? I don't know whether grief came naturally or I imposed it on myself because this is how we were taught to react, but 10 minutes after the news, I suspended between disbelief, sadness, and normal. When I thought logically I felt normal, when I tried speaking my words trailed awkward and weak.

I keep reminding myself: A person is not measured by how he died but how he lived. And in his honor, I will try my hardest not to avoid my classmates.

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