My mom has been following the news about Leslie Cheung's suicide over the chinese papers. She made me buy wan bao back for her everyday. Even though i know artiste are people too, but somehow they seem more of an entity than someone real. I don't know. We watch them on tv, in the movies, listen to them over the radio, read about their lifes on the papers. It is with a gasp of shock when news of suicide, accidents and death comes to us. Somehow, their lives have transcended beyond the ordinary people. Though he has passed on, his life is still so inaccessible... like when he was alive. I guess thats what legends are.