Although most of my childhood experience are bad and damned.. but i have some childhood friends that i usually play with... and hes dead... yep.. hes dead.. although i did felt sorry for him.. but at the same time i kinda envy him.. i wish i could swap places with him.. but ah well.. i could remember his face clearly as if it was yesterday.. he used to come my house and play with me when i was a kid.. but after few years.... i transfer to a new house.. thats where the moment we never met.. until now only i heard the new from my mom... she say my grandma met his mom... when my grandma ask how about her's son... she started crying until she cant even speak properly.. pitiful.. just pitiful....apparently he died on the ns camp.. 4 day koma died peacefully... hmph.. peacefully huh.. not really sure how peaceful is that but.... ah i dont feel like blogging it further anymore.. though i dont feel sad.. but i felt that feeling of emptiness...
-this is just pitiful...-
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