Beloved Macha,
This post is dedicated to you.
I started getting to know you better like after 1st year? I don't know but eventually we got closer and closer as the years go by. I can't agree on the fact that our attitude and thinking is 99% similar, but somehow we just got along so well.
Always the joker in the class, the one making fun of lecturers, rebelling against the lecturers, cursing pak guards and mak guards for summoning you for no apparent reasons, sneaking in mars bars and food in irc, wearing torn jeans. Ahhhhh this is just so you meat.
The times we shared during study week, during lecturers, in tronoh having dinner, our cheme gang unofficial photoshoot. Those times my bro. Those times.
Yesterday was your birthday. You turned 23. And today, you left us all hanging in confusion. Why so soon? Why so young?
And till now, I still cannot accept your loss. Is this some sick joke? Is this some prank? Tell me. Shake me. Wake me up.
I still remembered we chatted up to 1:07 a.m. early in the morning today in skype. You asked why am I still awake? I said I was about to sleep soon. And at 2:30 a.m you pm-ed me again saying 'still online? happy. can't sleep?' those were the last words you said to me.
And this morning I saw you online in gtalk and skype, but I did not pm you for the fear I might interrupt your work. After work, I got back, had dinner at 5:30p.m., and that news had to come. It just had to. I received a call from Herman, saying you were gone.
I was speechless for 10 seconds, and I shouted over the phone thinking it was a prank. But heck no it wasn't. The second call came from Huat. And I knew something was wrong. Very wrong, and Amy confirmed it.
Bro. Why? I still remembered I promised to go clubbing with you, which I ended up rejecting the last moment. I still remembered the car accident we both were in, together with Herman and Qing. How you drove so fast, negotiated the cornering so well just to have a slow car blocking your way after the cornering. And how we crashed into the road divider, and how we went to the police station to sort out the mess.
If given a chance, I'd rewind those times. And all of us would have you.
Blogging this at 8:14p.m., and ahhh you are still signed in into your gtalk. Your current status "Eighty per cent of Malaysians are not “designed” for running due to a variety of conditions such as bone structure, says Malaysian Physiotherapy Association (MPA)". Heck I may not understand and I don't give a damn about this, but this is your last status in gtalk.
Now, I'm browsing through your photos in facebook. Next, photos of you in my own personal collection. The front page on my FB is the wish from Jing Zhi on your birthday, with you replying 'tq bro..al the best 4 ur marathon man!!'. Every tab on Chrome that I open for FB, that's what I see. And I don't want to refresh it, I just want to stare at it as long as possible.
Oh. It was the cardiac arrest that took you away no? Still unclear of what happened, but I don't give a damn anymore. Why give a damn when you are no longer here?
Jasmitt, what about our band for Euphonious? During our final year, final sem. You started the idea. And you told me you wanted to play the drums. I said no, cause I want to play that. And I asked you to go and play the acoustic, electric guitar or bass. You humbly asked me to teach you how to play drums though I am just a newbie myself. Now, I'd give everything in the world for you to come back, and be the drummer for our band called 'The Shorts'. I'd give up drumming in eupho, just for you. If we ever got into one.
Why not wait? Why not wait till I get my dslr and have our official cheme gang photoshoot? Why not wait? The newly opened Burger King in Ipoh is waiting for us, for us retards. Do come back please :((((
Sorry for all that I've done, I've said that hurt you. I know you'll always forgive me. I know you will.
These tears that I shed. They are for you. May you walk proudly into the gates of heaven, may you be amongst the angels now. A sweet and kind soul you are, you have already left your legacy.
RIP Jasmitt Bhullar.
Love you. xoxo.
*classic. us*
