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Monday, November 08, 2004

Today I heard Huang Na's funeral procession going on at around 3 o'clock. After all, the wake was held only a block away from where I live. You know I really feel sad for the little girl because her whole entire life was robbed from her. She was only 10 years old! She could've grown up to be a model or something, find a good husband to marry, have great kids... but that probability is now zero. Probably the one reason why I feel so much for her is because she was from my primary school.

I hope they find the perversely sick psychopath who took her life.

writing at 10:12 PM