29th July 2006

The morning of 30th July was awaken by a call from a friend, though it is nothing to with me. After ending the call, i open my laptop, and saw one of my friend in the messenger. Showing my friend's name, rest in peace. I opened the conversation, asked who is him, what had happened? His full name appear infront of me, telling me the incident happened on the night of 29th July. I still couldn't believe what I'm reading. My friend, a good student though not the type of best friend, but we know each other since primary school, had robbed and murdered. I couldn't control myself at that time, broke down.

I called two of my friend, they were shocked as well but couldn't confirm about the news, I went out to buy newspaper. Reports were shown and the tragedy were appearing in my mind. I had called a friend who is studying the same college with me and quite know about Him. They knew about the news that night after the incident. The whole day I do not know what to do, had a cup of Milo for breakfast, after that tried to study but cannot even focus on a single word, flash back the memories of Him, asking myself why the world is so unfair, a good, clever, obedient student who score great results in the examinations. But why the world have this fate? Would it be too cruel?

I was confused, should I go back to Ipoh? For seventeen years, He is the first friend who left us.Departed to a new destination. He is brave to face the robbers, some may have been run away, but He stays for his rights. He, His name, His face, shall be in our hearts forever. Friend, I'm sorry that I'm unable to be with You, to send You. For You, I with the other Sam Tet students silently pray for You, rest in peace.

It is very touching where we can see all the Sam Tet students in the net that pray for You, although they do not know who are You, yet inside their hearts contains anger and sad, anger of the ones that snatch people's happiness, sad of the ones who have lost a very good and caring friend of You.

"You went with songs to the battle,
you were young,
Straight of limb,
true of eye,
steady and aglow.
You were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
You fell with the faces to the foe.
You shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary you,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and the morning.
We'll remember you."
Adapted from The Star, Modified from "The Remembrance"

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