I don't really know the details but lately there's been this huge thing about an aeroplane crash.MH730,I think.
It's definitely gone viral.
Mom said that I shouldn't apply to study overseas anymore.Dangerous,she said.Well,I said nothing and shrugged in reply.
It's nothing of my concern after all.

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