7:35 PM
It's been a weird day.
This afternoon, while my guides were having foot drill training, one of my girls just burst out crying. As everyone left the parade square to go to the classroom, she sat down on the parade square and cried. she refuesd to tell us why she's crying. i've been in guides for the 6th year now, and it's my very first time i saw someone cry cuz of training. And the girls are only told to do 15 push-ups. I was more puzzled than worried, cuz for some reasons, this girl just makes me feel that she's more vulnerable than most. And we haven't done foot drills for well, 10 000 years already. And it's the first time we make the girls do push ups. which is so -_-
When my brother came back this evening, i was happily using the com. He walked up beside me and said
"I can't believe my good friend passed away."
I went "Wad?!" and he sat quietly on the sofa behind me.
"And he is my good friend! I thought Joey was kidding when he told me the news just now." he said. "Have you seen him before? No, I don't think you have."
I was shocked. His friend, like my bro, is 20. He had just gotten out of NS and he had his whole life ahead of him. He went to a barbecue with my bro just last week. And my bro would never see him ever again. I can never imagine that happening to me.
I decided that I will never ever ride a motorcycle, and I'll strongly discourage my friends from riding one too. It isn't the first motorcycle-accident case my bro's friends got into. There were a couple more, involving broken arms and legs and stuff. But this time, a life had been lost. I've seen enough motorcycle accidents to see what damage one single accident can cause. Weeks in hospital, loss of life, breaking up of a family cuz he's no longer there.... I['ll never allow my bro to ride a motorbike or take a lift in one again. Ironic how i was the only one to support him when he learnt biking.