I can't claim to have been a buddy. Our paths only crossed when he sent me an irate letter, complaining about something I'd written about a play of his. But still, he deserved better than this. I am not just referring to the manner of death, but the fact that the NST saw fit to describe Alang Rentak Seribu as a 'novel.' It's not a novel, my dears. It's a play. RIP!
I am one of those interviewed for this tribute here.
u ala ini event kat itu europe ah?
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