Monday, May 25, 2009
Birthday!
Had an awesome party, this party with my closest and best friends, in a place where the ambience is just perfect, the food nicely satisfying, the company and laughter badly sought after! Had it at Peach Garden in OCBC Building, and it was just the most awesome ever! Check out my facebook for more pics! =)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Beautiful Tragedy
Well. I just lost a friend. My best friend in the Police Force. Gone in a single night, without even the chance to say good-bye, before departing this world. Such a person he was. Confident yet shy, funny yet broodingly serious, cheap and giving. He was a person whom you just wanted to know, so that you can tell people, yeah, I have a friend! An Arab friend who looks like a Russian, who's cool and gets chicks! And guess what, he's my very good friend!
My friend Faruk just passed away. He got killed in an accident, while riding his bike home in the wee hours of Thursday morning. He was sending a girl back, and got killed on the way home. Funny thing is, he was actually thinking of selling his bike, before uni. Cruel ironies of life eh?
I don't exactly know how to feel or what to feel now, it's kinda numb, seeing that he's no longer here, but yet, the memories I have are all of him grinning his arse off, or pulling off some joke that gets the whole office on their knees. The cool dance moves, the nonchalant attitude. The accidental humour during ops duty, my partner-in-crime for most occurences at work, and my true partner-in-hand during ops. On one hand, it's really painful that he's gone. On the other hand, something beautifully tragic occured yesterday, when i found out.
It rained. It was a gentle rain, soothing yet unrelenting. According to Islamic beliefs, if a person passes away on a Friday and it's raining, it means that God loves him very much. When I informed my friends in Aussie that he was gone, apparently, it was raining there too. And as we were leaving, there was a rainbow in the sky. Poetic, poignant moment.
To Faruk: It really sucks that you're gone man. We just played soccer a few weeks ago, and you're unaware of this, but we were gonna arrange another one. We were brothers, and we shared so much. I really really miss you so much, your laughter, your curly hair, the look on your face as we did stupid dances and laughed at stupid things with Hilman... I miss the outings we had, chilling at cafes with Muhd, Khai, Cyn and Jue Luo... I miss all the stupid times in the office, the times in the gym and the canteen. I miss you, very much. God Bless You, wherever you are. Hope He treated you well, as you deserve nothing but the best.
Take care, Ayuk.
Salaam Aleikum.
My friend Faruk just passed away. He got killed in an accident, while riding his bike home in the wee hours of Thursday morning. He was sending a girl back, and got killed on the way home. Funny thing is, he was actually thinking of selling his bike, before uni. Cruel ironies of life eh?
I don't exactly know how to feel or what to feel now, it's kinda numb, seeing that he's no longer here, but yet, the memories I have are all of him grinning his arse off, or pulling off some joke that gets the whole office on their knees. The cool dance moves, the nonchalant attitude. The accidental humour during ops duty, my partner-in-crime for most occurences at work, and my true partner-in-hand during ops. On one hand, it's really painful that he's gone. On the other hand, something beautifully tragic occured yesterday, when i found out.
It rained. It was a gentle rain, soothing yet unrelenting. According to Islamic beliefs, if a person passes away on a Friday and it's raining, it means that God loves him very much. When I informed my friends in Aussie that he was gone, apparently, it was raining there too. And as we were leaving, there was a rainbow in the sky. Poetic, poignant moment.
To Faruk: It really sucks that you're gone man. We just played soccer a few weeks ago, and you're unaware of this, but we were gonna arrange another one. We were brothers, and we shared so much. I really really miss you so much, your laughter, your curly hair, the look on your face as we did stupid dances and laughed at stupid things with Hilman... I miss the outings we had, chilling at cafes with Muhd, Khai, Cyn and Jue Luo... I miss all the stupid times in the office, the times in the gym and the canteen. I miss you, very much. God Bless You, wherever you are. Hope He treated you well, as you deserve nothing but the best.
Take care, Ayuk.
Salaam Aleikum.
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