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Monday, September 04, 2006

remember how i used to tell people:

sometimes when it rains, i feel that its raining because something bad has happened to someone around the globe, anywhere; and that

the sky, the heavens, is mourning over it for everyone in the world.

on our behalf. on behalf of all the compassion we lack. to compensate.

today, this very monday, when steve irwin passed away, as i'm writing this post, it is raining. it had been raining since this afternoon.. its such a damn big stupid effing loss. i'm so sorry, irwin. i loved you. we all loved you.

sometimes, i hate myself for thinking this way, and yet still love rain.
i always wish for rain. and then, i'd stop and ask myself: by wishing for rain, am i hoping for something bad to happen to somebody.?

and then, i'd come up with some stupid excuse by means of consoling my own conscience. humans are so naive.

i cried for steve irwin. and the terrible loss to the world. we salute you.

she's not here @

7:41 PM