Thursday, March 02, 2006

R.I.P.

R.I.P.
R.I.P.,
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Yesterday was a bad day, an email suddenly popped in on my class group about an ex-classmate and good friend, Llewelyn Soares, having been involved in a tragic car accident and susequently passing away. My first reaction was to stare at the screen for about five minutes in complete shock. I'm still not sure the shock has worn off, I can't seem to actually believe he's gone, probably won't unless I actually see him now at his funeral, which I don't want to do. The last image I wasnt to remember of him is how I met him last, out at lunch with the love of his life and her parents, celebrating the fact that he was slowly getting everything he wanted from life.


Today's the funeral. I've never met him parents, but he was an only child, and so full of life and practically radiating charm that I shudder to think how empty their house must seem now. This morning, however, I am awakened by the horrible yet familiar explosive sound that suggests that the KFC nearby must have been the target of some "statement" once again. However, Geo insists that the bomb blast was actually at the Hotel Metropole, which is actually very close to the region where the funeral is to be held. I'm determined to get through to bid a good friend farewell, but sometimes I loathe the people of this city. Llewelyn deserves a packed church, full of everyone who loved him, with people overflowing out into the street. Thanks to some SOB, he will never get it. I hope they're proud of killing innocent people for some twisted cause.

Misha at Thursday, March 02, 2006

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