Until now, I'm still in shock. I haven't gotten over the fact that a very good friend of mine is already dead. Yesterday (September 9), in the wee hours of the morning, he was found dead on one of the major highways of the city. Somebody wanted to take his motorcycle but he refused to give it so he was shot in the head. Every time I see a motorcycle, I remember his angelic face, his charismatic smile, his corny-but-could-make-you-smile jokes. I still couldn't believe that he, an obedient Christian, an excelling student, a good son, a fine young man full of dreams, is already gone. Until his very last breath, he imparted not only to me but to