Hello there, Stranger!
Welcome to my humble little blog.

The name's Tammie, but friends call me Tam (not 'thumb').

Who am I, you ask?
I'm not that smart top-scorer girl in your class.
I'm not that pretty lass you always see on the streets either.
I am passionate, stubborn and emotional.
My absolute most favorite thing to do is hanging out with people I care & love.
My passion burns for Jesus & photography.
I wish to travel more and see more.

This blog was created so I get to jot down my feelings.
Happenings in life.
That is, if I'm not too lazy to update ;)

I found out that the girl who move in after I moved out of my old room passed away a few days ago.

An eerie feeling crept upon me... because somehow, I felt like she's my replacement. She may not know me, she only knows she got a room to stay in PJ because I moved out.

She died from heart condition. Heard from my ex room-mate that she fainted while in the bathroom. Her mother felt weird that her daughter spent such a long time in the bathroom, but when she come around to checked, she was unconscious. By the time they sent her to the hospital, it was too late. Her heart stopped beating.

When I hear that story being told, I felt sad.
Still such young girl, probably around 19-20 years old. Yet her journey on earth ended. I wonder if she knew God. I wonder if she ever had the chance to get to know Him before she left :'(

I may not know her personally. But I found her facebook profile while going though my ex room-mate's profile.
Friends wrote on her wall. So many wishing her R.I.P.
I saw her face. I recognised her. I've seen her around campus before. Then I saw her photos taken with her family. Her mother smiled so happily while posing with her in the photos. I can only imagine how opposite her dear mother must have felt now.

Every life is precious.
It doesn't matter if everyone hates you when you're alive. It doesn't matter if you hate yourself or your life. As long as you've set foot on this earth, you have, in one way or another impacted someone's life. And when you leave, someone will mourn for you.


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