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The test of courage comes when we are in the minority.
The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.


Thursday, October 29, 2009
people, please be careful on the road.

i found the letter he wrote few years ago, in my drawer just now.
and no more chances for me to say " sorry " to him face to face.
sigh. though its far back, but all along i knew i owed him an apology.
we've actually seen each other at my combined birthday celebration this year,
i can vividly remember the scene of him offering me a can of beer that night.

the guilt is all along kept within me, really sorry for hurting you once.
i'll always remember the times when we were on the phone speaking nonsense.
and then again, i read the papers. tinge of sadness when i see his photo down there.
the place of the accident was where i've walked through frequently during the days in JE.
never will i imagine that a year+ later that will be the dead spot of a friend.

young man with a bright future gone like that, so what beholds for the rest of us?
will anyone of us be gone tomorrow, 3 months later, or in a year ? we don't know.

life is so fragile.
rest in peace, WH.