call it an internal evolution.
meeting two friends from across the straits of johor was a night to remember: it’s been a hell of a long time since i had a smile on my face when driving back home. our discussions are secret, of course, but i assure you, Subterranean Rats were discussed, as was the spectre of invasion of one’s privacy after death.
a word or two on that. luthien’s talked about it over here and here. we discussed this that Saturday night, and i agree completely with what she said:
sometimes, i wonder how smart these Tomorrow.sg editors are. some of them are simply too egotistical for their own good. a memoriam in the form of a book for her family to read - wasn’t this against her wishes? fighting a losing battle in the hospital, S had more things to worry about than her blog. she didn’t have time to inform her friends of her condition, much less log on to the Internet to shut down her site. maybe she wanted to, maybe she didn’t. we will never know.
the reason for going ahead with the printing, despite some protests, was a lame “we have spoken to her family and at this moment, we intent (should be intend) to fulfill our promises to them”. first mistake, you let the cat out of the bag. second mistake, you make a promise without thinking of the consequences. and the third mistake, you’re going to print that book. which is the worse evil here: to break a promise to her family or to print her diary (that she mentioned before was unknown to the family)? keep in mind that her family members are still alive, so you can still negotiate with them, but she, on the other hand, is dead.
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