I've come here many times to pen down my thoughts only to stare at an empty page. Often I have this urgent need to write. But I end up just putting my ideas away in some `compartment' till my heart bursts to let it out. Today I'd like to let something out. A school friend of mine passed away recently at the age of 47. We met when we were 16 and dated for a while. At school. Anyway, he became a pilot, got married, twice, and sadly met with an early death. At first I wasn't particularly sad when I learnt about his passing as much as I was shocked, but after a few days, some sort of sadness did seep in slowly. Maybe it was more of me reflecting. On how short life is and that death is inevitable. I can't deny that I did go back and reminisce the past. Of a part of me who was just about to learn how to `be with someone'. It was an awkward time and maybe sweet too haha. Ok, am not gonna go there.. As I was saying, it got me thinking about death, about living, about ho...