(Saturday, September 03, 2005)
Janenette, a friend that i've known since i was 5, told us that her father passed away last night after a long heroic tormenting month-long battle with brain cancer. he was a good photographer (he won the malaysia photographer of the year award.) and a even better husband and father. i should say, a man couldn't be any better than him. may he rest in peace.
therefore, the colour of the blog will remain grey for another while. it's the only thing i could do for a great person he's been. and i mean it.
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we're absolutely hopeless and helpless when it comes to dealing with deaths. some people thinks that it's a good way to show concern and respect. the dead sometimes tie the bond between the livings. eccentricity might fit the explain the behaviour. just cast all vengence and dilute our hate for a second there to pay the final respect to the dead. probably because the dead is lying cold in the casket not able to retaliate for one last battle. or just for nostalgic sake.
say george w. bush jr. now he's stupid self-centered prick with and the laughing stock of the world. but the moment he dies, he's a righteous neo-world vigilante with a distinctive sense of humour or someone will generate a myth regardless of what sort of a pimp he's been? and if you call him a fucking dumb prick, you're a pompous cavalier cold blooded heartless dick. because he's dead, he's no longer a dumb prick? what the fuck is that, i mean, we should give him a break because he's dead?
the logic is; it's all good when you're dead. even if it's not.
i think if you've been a bitch, you'll always be a bitch, dead or alive. being dead doesn't mean all of a sudden you're the highlight feature in the world nicest men.
2:24 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
