Current mood:

melancholy

Ode to Wee
We were never really close, but we were in the same camp, and as cliched as it might sound, we were all brothers in one way or another, having suffer the same grueling physical training to be a PTI. I remember how laid back he was; always taking his time during the army half marathon team training sessions while I kept encouraging him to go faster. On race day he'd surprise all of us by doing even better than expected. That was how he was like, laid back, carefree and optimistic, always optimistic. He probably was our unknowing clown, bringing that smile across your face when shit hit the fan, and somehow just reminded you not to take things too seriously.

But when God calls you home, you have to go. And even though we were never close, it just feels like it's a life wasted. Not in the sense that he never achieved anything, but because he was still young and in his everyday living, taught us how to be cheerful as well. I just hope he is in a better place now, and that we never forget his child-like optimism and outlook that reminded me at least, how to live everyday with hope.

Rest in Peace Ah Wee. Soldier, Son,  Team-mate, Brother.