It’s been 12 years already. Hmmm lately i’ve been writing alot about the past. But i’ve always said, before i totally forgot what actually took place in some part of my life one day, I can always read my archives for remembrance. I have a friend. Let’s just call him Han.
Although he was technically a Han Chinese but that’s not because he is named after Han. It is not his surname either. I have known Han from end of 1992 when I was first enrolled into my high school. Han is a great guy and he always lend a helping hand to those who need it. Most of my classmates were quite stingy when it comes to lending their homework.
But I can’t blame them lah since i am damn lazy myself. But Han was different as he was willing to lend me his homework. From there onwards we became good friends. He is also one of my many good friends in school. People liked him because he’s a very funny dude. Always there to cheer us up with his bizzare antics.
Since my school is a co-ed one, he had his own share of female admirers. But it didn’t last though. No, he did not change. In the beginning of 1997, he was killed in a road accident where his motorcycle collided with a car. That driver was a drunk. To make it worst, he first got his motor license on the day he was killed. Yeah, it was his first day officially he got his motor license and he never knew it is going to be his final days. Sometimes it’s weird. The good people I know seem to pass away early, which includes my brother.
