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at 11:49 PM

I attended a funeral at night yesterday. In the evening, I received a call from jassie telling that he passed away. Of cancer. I brought along laptop, and off to eleng's house with b to meet up with others immediately. I was fine till I reach Nirvana.

I mean, when I received the call, I was shocked. We just left school a year, and things happened. I remember his lame jokes always squeezed us a little, especially when he gives out tips for exams. In his class, not much of us paid attention. But whenever we approach him, he is so wise to explain to us.

Standing next to the coffin, I had lots of flashbacks. I broke down. Haven't got the chance to meet him in person after we left school, and I never thought I would have to pay my last respects to him today. Besides that, it also reminds me of my grandma.

For me, I never realize until something hit me. To be honest, I'm quite afraid deep down. Maybe because I heard of too much things about death recently. I don't wanna wake up in the morning and receive another call like this. I wanna live to the fullest while I'm still alive. I wanna make less arguments, more tolerant and appreciate people for who they are.

Rest in peace, Mr. Tan.

Currently nineteen. Still figuring out about life, still have phobia on snakes. Favourite quotes: 'Dare to dream big, work them out by Z-A.' Know me better through my personal space here. :)