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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

well. okay. it's really quite unbelievable that her dad would really kill himself... it's unbelievable that ANYONE would kill him/herself, when there really is always something to live for. or someONE to live for.

even in Castaway (stupid, stupid show. but i like it.) the fed ex man didn't kill himself coz he had this ONE FREAKING PARCEL to deliver. a mission.

and besides. death is so FINAL. you can't reverse it.. it's the end you know. and it's even worse if one isn't a Christian.

i feel so bad for her.. although i'm not so close to her. I SAT NEXT TO HER IN PRIMARY 3 OKAY. the Happy Times. and she'd never know that her dad's life would end this way. well. it just goes to show how you really never do know what's gonna happen. like on this day, last year.. i didn't know i would be sitting in my room exactly a year later, thinking about people dying.

in Tuesdays with Morrie, he said that every year, you pass the anniversary of your death. scary aint it. but it's quite true. unless, of course, you die on the 29th of Februrary...

well. i'm not afraid to die, cuz you know, heaven's really gonna be a much better place. but still. i'm afraid of not treasuring the time God's given me to spend on this earth. of not fulfilling my task(s). of not spending enough time with the people who really matter to me, not telling them all the things i want to say.

i really don't think i could stand it if someone close to me died, or worse still, kills his/herself.

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