(Monday, May 09, 2005)
choon hua called me today. being the funniest person i've met to date, i was expecting a great a moment of laughter. he always manage to crack away whatever despression with his distinct sense of humour. but hua never calls me. i took for granted that he need some porno movies again. but his voice bears a depressing tone.
LiEw: hey, waddup. hua: dude, i fucked up. LiEw: calm down dude, what happened. hua: i fucked up. i had an accident. LiEw: oh fucking hell. fuck, dude, you ok? you're not in a hospital right? hua: i killed someone in the accident. LiEw: ...but you're ok right? hua: i was just they just release me from the lock-up.
i couldn't say anything so i hung up. hua's best friend, hong called me a few minutes later. i learnt from hong that not only that he killed someone, that someone was a cop. apparently, hua's car slipped while he was taking a sharp corner. the now-dead-copper was unlucky enough to be around and his car just rammed onto him. he wasn't lucky enough to lose his breath on the spot. it took him hours before death came to collect him.
i'm going to see hua tonight. there's only so much a friend can do.
will stop writing. the mind is absent. a part of me tells me that i'm having a nightmare.
4:31 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
