Sigh

I heard from somewhere about that RJ boy.

When I talked to Wang Yue, we all agreed that, though thousands of people died everyday, it is different to know someone around you died.

It is not like some case study for GP essay, it is not some newspaper articles that you can just read and say, "Another one ah". He is from RJ, that makes the whole thing so different. Our classroom was facing that building, yet I never felt death is so near like what I feel now.

He used to live in the environment once I have lived in; he must have eaten in the canteen where I spent most of the recesses; he must have walked along the corridors like all of us did many times a day and many days a week; he must have worn the white uniform like all the guys did everyday: I cannot imagine how his uniform was stained with the dark red liquid from inside himself. At the moment he jumped down, did he ever feel scared? or relieved?

I felt truely sad for his parents.

posted by panda xuan @ 10:22 PM