the REAL me.

Okay it might seem as if I didn't post an entry last weekend, but I actually did. But there seems to be some server problems with Blogger, and when I tried to submit my post on rainbows, it just totally.. rid me of the efforts I put into blogging that entry. I knew something was wrong when the Dashboard and the "Create Post" pages look weird. And now it's been more than a week since I've seen that rainbow in camp, so I don't feel like talking about it anymore. And it's been more than a week since the pages look weird and it's still the same. And now I'm left with an empty post that I can't delete. It says there's a problem with the server and a technician has been notified. I had expected better efficiency from Google. Sometimes I just love Blogger.

Well anyway, on to my entry today. Was wondering if I should call this entry "Fate" instead, but decided to leave that for another time. There's been many.. queer deaths lately, if you've read the news. Which makes me wonder how those people happened to be at those locations at those particular times meeting with those accidents. Maybe it's fate. Or something like the Death Note. Well maybe not the Death Note, but.. perhaps there really is an otherworldly figure who controls the lives and deaths of us humans.

I mean, who would've ever expected a plane to crash just like that? And at that exact spot where those people were located at that exact time. I am certainly not mocking the deaths of those involved, but I definitely am wondering how life (or death, for this matter) can be so unpredictable.

And when you decide to use your body to block a STATIONARY cab from driving off, the event with the highest probability of occurring is that the driver will stop short of hitting you. It's not as if he was already heading in your direction at a high speed, or had the intent of killing. But Murphy always wins, I guess.

Actually I've always had this thought since the time the CITI instructor quoted us an accident. "Freak accident", he called it. There just happened to be this guy who walked between two vehicles parked on a slope, with the vehicle in front being a truck whose driver forgot to put on the handbrake. I don't think I need to complete the story. What was the probability that the truck would start moving when the guy was just walking through the two vehicles anyway? Some things are just unbelievable.

And all this made me realize something: Life is precious. Makes me wonder how I ever contemplated suicide when I was in Sec 2. Or was that in Sec 1? Can't remember. Must be the hormones. Perhaps in future I will become rich and famous, (but then again, what's the probability?) then I can set up something similar to the Dove Self-Esteem Fund, but not to educate girls about real beauty, but to educate boys about.. hmm I don't really know. Lol. Maybe about how not to contemplate suicide when a girl rejects or decides to dump you.

Life is precious. But like what Yuheng said, the most important thing is to die with no regrets. It doesn't really matter when one passes, as long as the journey is fulfilling and you've touched the people around you.
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