I've thought of something a little better than rambling about Crazy Horse and mahjong so I've deleted the previous post. (applicable for those who HAD read it)
The other day, my mum was just asking me about my primary school friends. It is surprising how good my parents' memories are. My dad can remember all the stuff I've done in school and when it happened. I'm sure he remembers my friends too. My mum does not lose out to him either. I digress. So, I was telling her who is studying where and doing what and she was lamenting how each individual friend had influenced me and what I had done with each friend. It is truly amazing how much she remembers. At least I'm still in contact with my primary school friends and actually knows what they are doing now. In this sense, I think I'm quite fortunate to still be hanging out with that group of people, although it is quite occasional too.
Yesterday, a friend texted me, forwarding me something another girl sent to him. It was a gathering that she was thinking of organising for the group of us. I haven't really seen the group in a long while especially a few of them. Unfortunately I am unable to make it as I would be in Malaysia. The friend who texted me can't make it too because his brother was diagnosed with liver tumour and he is not sure when would the operation be going on. The whole point of this incident is to illustrate the unpredictability of things.
I think I am officially immune to the notion of death. I want to die young but a friend said I have a long lifeline!! To quote a friend, he said, 'all who want to die young have a long life'. I totally agree.
