It's hard you know....

Few days ago a friend of mine died, we haven't spoke since we went to MOE for scholarship issues. We still connected through facebook and saw his pictures he took in Kent, I'm glad that he was having fun there, live his life and enjoy halloween with make-up on his face. Whenever we talk on facebook there always hint of NSFW jokes, good time.

His sister told me he will be back home soon, I was excited and hoping to catch up on him soon or just stumble on each other whenever fate want us to meet.

The news of his death took hard on me, I was shock and stunned that I believe this was a fucking mistake or a dream that I'm having or some prank he up to. However it is the fact that was left in his home was his lifeless body. I was afraid to attend his funeral because I will slap his cold face and shake his body thinking he was still joking, if he want to see me cry and beg for him, he will have them! I don't care, just open your eyes and laugh at me!

After that I didn't feeling well (I'm not sick or facially sad, deep down I was a bit broken), my parent didn't saw how down I was for couple of days. I treasure my friendship and friends even if just for few minutes, even the friendship break by time, seeing them live their life is enough for me.

What I regret before he died was that I didn't have the chance say 'Welcome back'

So I say it now 'Welcome back, Qim...and here is a piece of drawing that you wanted to see and I want to show it off to you'