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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
it was a solemn morning..

went for the burial of our fellow pess trainee teacher at cck.

a quiet somber melancholy event

there were still blood stains on the cloth

an odd sort of pess reunion.. our lecturers, his friends and family along with our fellow class and schoolmates huddled together.

somehow you would wish this was all unreal..

But it's not.. someone has passed on, not something that you have read in the papers or hear about.

tears well up in my eyes a couple of times..

i will never forget this scene.

lost my appetite and mood for the rest of the day..

mae 6:20 PM [comments]