My secondary school classmate took his own life the day before. His parents found him in the garage with his motorcycle running. He suffered from carbon monoxide poisoning.
Although I was never close to him, we had our share of times together. Without him secondary school life would never be the same.
occasionally, we'd bump into each other during our polytechnic days. Never did I expect such a thing would happen. He left no last words to anyone.
The only conclusion was that many factors led to this tragedy. Loneliness for one. He never did communicate much with his parents or had many friends that we knew of. He also expressed his pressing concerns about the army. I used to hear how much he hated going to the army but shrugged it off.
We're only 21 of age, so much to live for, so much to see! Nothing really sank in till I stood in front of the coffin, with his weeping parents by my side. Times like this forces one to reflect about the simple things we take for granted.
There were few that were close to him. Some exploited him, used him. In times of need, you're my buddy. Otherwise, stay away.
In FJ's words "he chose his way." I don't know if that's a correct sentence to say, but he is gone now. All that are left are memories.
Goodbye, my friend.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 11:51:00 AM
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Thinking straight.
I came across this thread discussing the idea of sending local troops to suppress the violence outbreak in East timor.
The threadstarter was going on about how the trip would be beneficial to his character development and that the army could use this opportunity to get some actual wartime experience.
Seriously, this person is either stupid or insane. He claims that if the army beckons, without doubt, he will go. Fuck tell that to me again when some triggerhappy dude points a loaded AK-47 in your face while bullets tear between your dripping wet uniform.
Hey im gonna be enlisting soon, but NS to me at this point in time is, doing 6 pull ups and completing my 2.4km run in 11minutes?
But the fact is, IF(a really really big if I hope) there comes a day that I am in the army and war breaks out, I actually have to kill someone or a whole lot. Or, get killed.
So, Im not really too excited with regards to his preaching about personal values by sending troops over to flex our military muscles. Getting killed in foreign land for no rhyme or reason isnt particularly enticing. Plus, I heard to consolation from the gahment is probably a military burial and a few thousand bucks for your distraught family.
Will you go?
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 12:06:00 AM
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Sunday, May 28, 2006
And finally the old makes way for the new. I'd say the Honda civic is a whole new league from the older 1.6litre versions.
Sleek curves extend from the exterior to the inside. White headlights(that I always complain about) coupled with the oh so useless forklights, provide ample if not, irritatingly excessive headlights to blind the vehicle in front. The digital tachometer and engine info displays are a delight, beautiful really. First look in the interior throws you into a spaceship's cockpit. Spacious and comfortable. First push on the acceleration takes the car into a standing broad jump - from a fullstop to a Whoa-slow-down! kinda speed. After getting the hang of it, its really a breeze down the road. Quiet, smooth & responsive.