I suppose I should write an entry as my condolences for Toan Shinoda, a well-known Vietnamese vlogger, who passed away on July 25 and today was his funeral.
One morning, while scrolling down the news feed on facebook, most of breaking news and status of my friends' were regarding him. How curious of me to open Youtube page and search some videos of him for the first time.
Honestly I usually subcribe and follow many vloggers on Youtube but none of them is Vietnamese due to the fact that I have already turned my back on the whole entertainment in Vietnam for years for the only one reason: plagiarism :) I'm sick of it since it is nowadays occuring any field of entertainment from novels, poems, movies to fashion, lifestyle to music videos, rhythm, contents and blah blah~
I dislike copycats and I've met many cases that replicated me from names to my habits, from my quotes to my usual reactions, from my stupid words to my personality and even Hallie-ish ways although I'm not a celebrity lolz~ God, I'm not famous...just halicious :)) Okay, drop it!
Again, I'm out of the point. Just make an excuse for my neglect of Vietnamese entertainment. Back to the point, okay I'm rather fond of Toan after watching a few vlogs that he made, particularly those for comman spoken English that are indeed helpful and great.
Anyway, it's too late to say something like "Whoa, I like him!" and what I should say instead is "I feel so sorry for such a talent like him!" That's what I can say right now :)
I'm not one of those crazy fans acting like crazy as getting the news he died and even created fan pages on facebook with the tittle "1000 likes to reborn Toan Shinoda" as if they were making fun of his death to get "likes". Sometimes I wonder whether people in this society still have hearts? They said "I'm so sorry for..." "I cried for..." "It's unbearable" la la la but what's really one their minds?!
It was hard for me to overreact to the news like my friends did. I used to suffer greater losses which might scarcely gave me any reason to live. Those times were so damn tough that I understood each sense of someone in a real pang.
Tears and words merely mean a temporary pains. But silence and the inner pains dwelling in your heart are the true permanent aching scars that would haunt you for the rest of your life. Which is more terrible?!
My friends assumed that I was indifferent while I wasn't. But I didn't mind it.
Last words. Rest in peace Toan Shinoda!
Bye,
Hal
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