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Sunday, October 01, 2006 12:07 PM It's a Sunday morning, 9:15am. The TV cartoons from the living room; the slurppy eating noise from the dining table; the shouting and yelling from the neighbours' children; the juicy gossips exchanged between my aunties had indicated the start of another mundane Sunday. And the smell of the stale milo had been lingering around my nose for hours, as I faced the stacks of paper in front of me since 5. What is better than a silly sms wishing you Happy Children's Day at your currently No, at that moment, nothing is better. As knowlegde crashs into our brain, as testosterone and oestrogen pumps around our body, as we grow in size and grow in life, will we forget who we were once before? Have you forgotten that you were once before that little brat who peed in his/her pants? That foolish kid who had crushes on almost everybody? That toddler who took his/her first step in life? That cutie in his/her parents' arms? That new life in the doctor's eyes? So what? Death will then be the fullstop to end the story called "life". If only everyone has the chance to fill in their own style of punctuation to end off the story. But some unfortunate ones would have their story incomplete while some would only have a sentence or even worse, only a dot of ink. How abrupt and unpredictable can a life get? Now I may be writing, but the next moment, things can change and I may not be alive anymore. Yes, sigh. Life is that sudden. |
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