The feeling of hearing someone’s death that doesn’t relates to you in anyway, by blood or by calling him/her a friend, is something I’ve always thought, “Oh. It’s a death. God loves him/her more. I hope he/she gets the heaven, even the punishment would be hell.”
Yesterday, On September 19th, 1:20am. I received a call, but I decline because I was in the middle of a Dota coaching.
After the coaching ends, I read the message that a friend of mine sent me through Whatsapp.
It read, “By this moment you would have known about Andy. He passed away and do you want to go to his funeral tomorrow at 7am?”
That send waves of shock through my body.
The boy who I’ve met only a few times, only to be clashed when our semester were aligned, has died.
Andy was born on 7th March 1993, he studied Diploma of Multimedia Design, while I was in Diploma of Graphic Design. He was the boy I see as the boy who made everyone laugh by his stories and jokes and talk loudly, “like a typical Chinese”, he said.
He always have trouble in the library because of his talking volume. We always laugh and always remind him to keep his voice low but it just doesn’t cut it.
The only memory I am to cherish and kept was not just those times we spend at the library telling stories and laugh our asses. But it was on the Orientation Day at our college.
He was stationed at 1st floor of the Multimedia Design Mac Lab. I didn’t know he was there, but when he went up to the Graphic Design department lecture hall, we had a blast.
There was a camera, and a air soft toy gun placed in my station. We decided to play a game. Trying to shoot the camera while taking a shot of the dart itself, flying to the camera direction.
We didn’t manage to get a good shot of the picture, but it was the best of our days at the boring Orientation Day.
(And this is the only picture I have with him in it.)
He was a talented kid.
I am sadden by not of his death and everything, I am sadden of the cause of his death. Once I’ve seen things that I don’t want to see, but I seen it just a little bit, it will imprint on my brain memories and it will never leave.
My final picture of him, he was in the coffin, infront of me, and I’m thinking, “Andy, why? You could have speak up and asked help.”
But it was too late and all I could think of, “I hope God forgive you and that you’re safe in heaven. May your soul rest in peace.”
His death reflects to me because of my actions of suiciding. I couldn’t help but to weep. But I’m glad I was able to attend and be there for the final time to see him and said my goodbye.
I hope you know that all of us, missed you.
Andy, 7th March 1993 - 18th September 2014.
"i made them so i have the right to sell them" -every art thief on the internet-
this is why we can’t have nice things : /
I was gonna let this go with out ranting about it but he had to reply “hur hur the original artist means nothing this is MY work”
like i said so many times before for me art is something i do to relax my self when ever I’m stress i draw it’s my own personal therapy seeing someone taking something so personal for me and try to turn a profit just hurts my feelings i get really happy when people show me their work that they drew base on my drawings because it’s for them self and they always credit back to me but when ever i see something like this it just breaks my heart sigh i…i don’t know i just wanted to vent a bit sorry for that
:edit: again thank you all for the support you guys are the best I’m a bit shy and awkward when it comes to replies but i just want you guys to know i read every reply and reblog ; v ; you guys are the best followers ever *gives out internet rainbow cookies and unicorns *
BURN DOWN THOSE ART THEIF.
Just kidding. Let’s put him into a piranhas pond.
At the edge of suicide.