Based on yet another true story..

'Goooooooooal!' Another typical day at the basketball court, playing soccer with my friends. This group consist of my second elder brother, and another few friends. Keith, i first got to know him through my brother. He asked to speak to me with a motive, for he wants to get to know a lady i knew..

I would usually drop by his house to play the-then hot Sega Saturn. His home is always empty, yet his fridge contradicting. You can call it a snack bar already. I wouldn't forget how we would ask or simply take the chewy gums stacked in boxes at that usual spot, beside the television in the living room. His dad, always get to travel and would bring back boxes of gums, always. Actually, though we're from different secondary schools, but we played truant together. Keith and i grew closer and closer, almost like siblings. He was very nice, not to me only, but to everyone. He's willing to share everything, with a smile. He's handsome(serious), from a reputable school, complete with a heart of gold. I would usually bug him to eat vegetables whenever we go out, for he's always picking out even the tiniest piece of greens. He said he simply hate eating it. The last vivid memory of him healthy was at his home. He told me a saw sparkle of light in the middle of the room, he said he stood there staring at it for mintues till it vanished. He told me he thought there's a message to its occurance..

Blood came rushing out from his mouth. There lies my friend, my very dear friend. In the ICU unit in SGH he laid still and motionless, he's in a coma. I pressed the bell as if continously pressing will send the doctor or nurse in with the speed of a F1 rally car. Listen to what the nurse said when i ask her, 'Is he ok? What happened?' She replied with almost no expression, 'That's normal and there's nothing we could do.' Foolish of me to ask, but i teared and i felt my heart was being squeezed. This is the second time he got into critical condition and was admitted, the previous time i was busy and wasn't able to make it. He managed to pull through and was discharged the other time, and i remembered how my brother will say he they would play games together in his Class A1 ward. Almost like a hotel, my brother and the other friend would spent the whole day there doing everything, except staying overnight and bathe there. When he was better months back, i remembered his mum got very greenish vegetables minced, and fed him. You would yucked at the taste, but yet he ate all anyway.

It was 5 plus in the morning when i recieved a call on my handphone. 'Peter.. Keith's mum here.. Keith just passed away..' Silence took over me..

There i am, standing beside the coffin my friend that he's resting in. I stood there, looking at him for at least a good ten minutes. I didn't cry this time, i just stared and murmured to him. I can still remember his face very vividly, up till today..

Keith was sixteen, where i was fourteen. He had luekemia, or blood cancer. Everytime someone picks out vegetables, it reminds me of him. For your info, vegetables gives you the vitamins and minerals where you might have difficulty replacing it by other means, especially the greener ones. If i hadn't remember wrongly, green vegetables give you vitamin e, vital to our body for it keeps the manufacting of red blood cells constant and regular. Blood cancer is cause due to too much white blood cells, yes white blood cells are cream of the crop, very helpful and are great, but not when they overun the red ones.

Too many words are left unsaid, chunks of things were undone..

These, aren't any ordinary things.. We took things for granted, always thought the person or thing would be there for you still, the very next day.. Procrastination took over us unknowingly too many a times.. Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion..

Life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not make-do through. You should no keep anything(emotions and object wise). Do things you thought you wouldn't do in a hundred years. Do things you planned tomorrow, some other days. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." may never come. I could have tried harder with his requests, not that i didn't, just even better than the effort given. I could even assure him that i appreciate his friendship every now and then. He might not need assurance, but that's because when we younger we tends to take everything on the front. As we grow, stress and weird thinkings all came in, and hence life will only gets more complicating as we age. It's those small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew his time had came. Remember that "One day" is far away.. Or might never come.. Wrost, forgotten all about it..

Have you shown appreciation or assurance for the loved ones around you today?

Last but not least i dedicate this rather simplified short story of us to you, my dear friend who left me eight years ago.. You're still present, both mentally(in me) and physically(this entry) now..
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When i am laming like a sheep,
You said nothing's for you to keep..
When i got all serious and focused,
The sky got rainy and lost its gayness..
For no one had been there for years already,
In perseverance i abid by strongly..
May we create yet another fairy tale maybe..

Very well brought to you by the request of Xia.. May all peeps be happy..