Sunday, April 17, 2011 - 10:10 PM
When I walk in the dark room, all I heard was cries. Cries from people who misses their one and only greatest boy, Jakke. You bring me up teaching me what is wrong and right. you protect me from the waves and the fire and your push me into them teaching me how to be strong. thankyou so much. You helped to slove promblems then you create new ones for me. You taught me how to gfight the bitches and lived the fear of the bastards. thankyou Jakke. I hope to have you in my next life again so that you can teach me again. You are a great teacher and brother. A great friend and a great father. You are a great husband and a great best friend. We all remember the time when we swore the 7 fighters. I love you jakke. Thanks alot. Even without jakke, we still fight, we fight till you die, we never give up. We save ourselves.When we say ourselves, it means our own fighters, no matter how weak or strong we are, we fight. Fuck those who brings those fucking rules in those fights, we will come back for good.
