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Monday, September 5, 2011

#172 - shot

we are so fragile. 

someone got shot in the street next to mine yesterday.

there was a single gunshot around 11.35 and it was hard to tell if it was real or not. the night was dead quiet, and then i realised it was real when a guy started screaming for help, and his scream was so raw and desperate. we just stayed inside out of selfishness and fear. then around five minutes later, there's the police sirens and ambulance. it turns out a guy did get shot in the leg, still alive and the perpetrator(s) were on foot - so... they brought out a helicopter =_=

what i find very creepy right now is that there's a very tall telecommunications (?) post with the channel 9 logo on it at the scene. i've always wondered how the media finds out stuff so fast, did the police tell them?

and i'm a little apprehensive of where i live now. onto chirpier news: reread hp1 after a very long time...and having a 3 day break ftw^^

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