life has a strange feel to it.

one minute you are here, another you are gone.

i was having a discusion with my wife yesternite while driving home after dinner. a friend of her mum die that morning (she use to come to our church to sing during our church feast day, and she just makes everyone happy). she will sing songs after songs, and the one i remember most...enjoy yourselve and the thought of it make me laugh cos she is just so funny.

again i saw her in the obitury section of the papers this morning. i am sad, although i dont know her personally.

its sad, but thats the way life is. death is the only certainty in life.

anyway, i told my wife isn't it scary how fragile life is. this lady was so sick with cancer but she still remember her friends and lover ones. she made 'ajar' (pickles - local style) for them and for my mum in law. my mum in law gave it to us, cos she knows i love them.

i told my wife in the car that its strange, she is a much loved lady especially in the nonya community and to her friends, but then after we are done with the ajar, and throw away the container, she will be forgotten.

Life like a bottle of ajar.

you open it, enjoy it and eat it and then you throw away the container and you forgot about it. you forget the love put into it, the person behind the 'slurp slurp' ajar.

god bless you sally gan.

another useless though.