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Thursday, September 7

lols i tried to do ss today. and uhh yeah did a little. (more like minimal) i really have no idea how to do it ): ss pts are the worst.

tmr is sentosa day! i wanna go do the luge thingy, never tried before.
i miss one degree asia terribly! ):

THE ONLY WAY! :D

you know, when i first heard about zhi hao, i surprisingly felt this sense of loss, even though i don't know him personally, but not unlike how i felt when my grandma passed on.

maybe it's because i've felt it once, and the feeling of loss can't be very different when you lose a friend.

the same feeling goes for steve irwin.

i guess i'm looking at it from the eyes of their family and loved ones, the way i experienced it for myself two years ago, and i can imagine that very same pain.

i read marissa's blog, and what i read was really refreshingly honest and new...

"so im not here to express any disapproval from one expressing anger, fury, sadness or simple frustration, i understand emotion perfectly fine. but to pretend that you do, to trivialise pain, to undermine a grief so great by presuming you understand what the loss feels like, its really so damn selfish, and such an honest insult to those who are really grieving the loss. its an honest insult to those who have really lost a loved one. its an honest insult, to ANYONE whose lost someone.

...but maybe in putting that (w) or (tu) infront of your msn nicks, youre intentions were noble (and perhaps mine will be considered just that when i stick a stingray's tail straight through the heart of someone you love just so you realise that the pain's so damn real)....& well, if he hadn't died, would the (w) still be there on your msn nick, not for him, but for all the suffering orphans out there, or for the the one african child whose dying of starvation every three minutes? i didnt think so, so maybe youd like to think again, before you reduce their tragedy to what, a superficial 20 by 20 pixels.

and to be very honest, its such a blatant cheapening of how much grief as an emotion is worth, with what silly pretentions of sympathy, empathy, humanity, (and even sophistication). i mean, you dont know them, never did, and never will be able to now, so the LEAST you could give them is the dignity of being truthful and honest to them, not the pretence that you care, the pretence to comprehend, the pretence to compassion and empathy, cos all it does is cheapen"

the strange thing is.
i don't grieve over their passing, i imagine the loss and grief felt by their families. (because i know that feeling)
and that raw emotion grief can make one feel brutally alive.

i pray for you, amen.

`wordsofthecynical
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