Sunday, May 11, 2008.

Frankly speaking i don't know how i feel now. I feel like a bunch of rotten apples with tartar sauce all over them - that doesn't even make sense.

Perhaps the best way to tell how I feel is by reading Theophilus' essay. Guess that sums up how i feel.

Yet i feel so helpless.

心有余而力不足。

why is this world so cruel, i wonder.

Yet he is so strong-willed. When we went down to Assisi Room, it was him who greeted us, with a smile that reeked of tiredness, not the tears that I expected to see. He was forever resilient, never bending in, never caving in to the emotions. As I saw him chatting with his classmates, us (CCA mates), i couldn't help but wonder why I used to look at him differently then.

Strength is not determined by how many people one rugby-tackles, but rather by how one replies when rugby-tackled. And he has strength. Real strength.

Stay strong. We'll be with you, no matter what.

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