Went back to malaysia last week but because i sent my hp for repair so cannot post the pics yet. lols. Anyway, i injured my foot too. vely pain lo..

rained @ 4:11 PM

Okay.. Back from East Coast Park?? Marine Parade?? not sure. But Hor we play until halfway then it started to rain. mao mao yu only la. Not so heavy. Then we decided to go hiking. Then that crew hor very bad lo. He go blow smoke onto cheng en mouth leh. Then we play the jackpot that that thing then that ong sa yang go shake the machine then the alarm rang. then we ran. very funny lo..

rained @ 12:53 AM

Me and connie.. Again.



Shaun act cute lo. Or act innocent rather. lols.

rained @ 4:41 PM

Yoh. Feeling very high now.. lols. Later going out with the class for.. Actually i also dunno wat they do la. Just tag along lo. -.- Later when i take some pics then post somemore. Now i still go alot time. Thinking of wat to post.. Bye for now.

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rained @ 5:09 PM

i sit upstaires with mr teddy bear, and as i softly stroke his hair, i ask him why, why does mommy cry? and why does daddy yell and scream and shout? and pull that pointy thing out?the thing that sparckles in the light, the thing he holds to mommeys throat tonight,why oh why, mr. teddy bear does daddy not care, and does he ever stop to think, what mommy did to make him mad, she must of done something bad.daddy only held that to me once, because when he did, mommy took out a gun. she pulled the trigger back and with tears in her eyes she to let me go or die.but that was a couple of mounths ago, but even still mommy cries, and some times i don't no why? but i'm pretty sure it's daddys fault, why dad do you make mommy so sad? why do you not care, what has mommy done so bad?so even when the are lights turned out why does daddy still scream and shout? and why does mommy still cry and wail, until theirs a bang and daddy tells her to shut up, and she does with out fail? i here a scream and a sicking crack, and i cralw out of bed and down the staires, and see something that really scares me!mommys pined against a wall, daddys standing there covered in blood, he backs up and mommy falls, and with a sicking laugh he points and chuckles, bitch i told you not to get me mad, you won't ever, ever Deify me again!I wimper and back up against the staires, dad turns around and stares, he cracks a smile, one that's not so nice, i back up and scream as he gets close, he just smiles and says, sarah whats wrong come give daddy a hug,i wimper and cry as he gets to close, and then to my horror he pulls out that thing, the thing he used to make mommy go die, and the the thing he's gonna use to make me cry! i close my eyes and wait for the worst.but the only thing i hear is my name, i open my eyes and see mommys face, her once cheerful eyes are full of cold hate,she calls my name weakly once again, i stare at her and the smile on her face, i crawl over to her and sit in her lap, she holds me and cries and tells me not to worry because daddys gone and not comming back, i crawl out of her lap and she slumps back against a wall, she tells me she loves me as she strokes my face, she tells me she's leaving and can't return, i tell her i don't want her to leave, she just smiles and laughs, i watch as she struggles to breath once more,she sheds another tear and as i watch it hit the floor, her breathing becomes shallow almost nothing at all,she smiled at me and told me she loved me, she strokes my cheek one last time and a final tear fall, until she is no more.i scream out in horror as i realize she's gone, i weap and i wale, until i see something glisen, i turn my head and gasp in shock, it's that pointy thing lieing by the wall, its just now that i remembered what that thing was called, it's called a knife, a knife covered with mommys blood!i slowly crawl over to the knife i pick it up in my hands, i watch as the red licquid slides down the blade, i hold it up right ubove my heart, my hand glids down and plunges right in, i smile a last smile and crawl back to mommy i lay down beside her and close my eyes, my smile never fadeing, as i finally die........

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rained @ 9:31 PM

Yoh. Have not been posting recently. Sorray (especially for Kay Seng). Cos too busy. Just killed a cockroach just now.. Very er xing lo.. It struggled for 25mins and i waited for 25mins too. Then i decided to kill it lo. Dun drag its pain ma hor??

rained @ 6:04 AM

"When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty."

rained @ 10:44 PM

Today whole class went to Singapore River for Amazing Race. Snapped loads of pics. But these are the nice ones..

rained @ 7:32 AM

Justin.. carrying the bridge thingy. lols. And Junel in the background. hahas.

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rained @ 2:34 AM

Today went to Connie's house. Practice. We decided to sing 'Right Here Waiting For You' for the old folks home thingy. But don't think can post pictures. cos haven't ask them for permission. Anyway Sze Ying, Ying Xuan, Sheryl, Miao Qi, Addline also got go.

Haiis.. Actually hor, i want to dance wan lo. But Sze Ying dun let. So in the end dun have..

Bye for now..

rained @ 2:13 AM

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.
The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings. And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care....

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rained @ 11:01 PM

Angela knew that Charlotte, her best friend, was having a rough time. Charlotte was moody and depressed. She was withdrawn around everyone except for Angela. She instigated arguments with her mom and had violent confrontations with her sister. Most of all, Charlotte's bleak and desperate poetry worried Angela.

No one was on particularly good speaking terms with Charlotte that summer. For most of her friends, Charlotte had become too difficult. They had no interest in hanging out with someone who was so bleakand in so much pain. Their attempts to ''be a friend'' were met with angry accusations or depressed indifference.

Angela was the only one who could reach her. Although she would like to be outside, Angela spent most of her time inside with her troubled friend. Then a day came when Angela had to move. She was going just across town, but Charlotte would no longer be her neighbour, and they would be spending far less time together.

The first day in her new neighbourhood, out playing with her new neighbours, Angela wondered how Charlotte was doing. When she got home, shortly before twilight, her mother told her Charlotte had called.

Angela went to the phone to return the call. No answer. She left a message on Charlotte's machine. '' Hi Charlotte, it's Angela, call back.''

Abouthalf an hour later, Charlotte called. '' Angela, i have to tell you something. When you called, i was in the basement. I had a gun to my head. I was about to kill myself, but then i heard your voice on the machine upstairs.''

Angela collasped into her chair.

''When i heard your voice, i realised someone loves me, and i am so lucky that it is you. I'm going to get help, because i love you, too.''

Charlotte hung up the phone. Angela went right over to Charlotte's house, and they sat on the porch swing and cried.



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rained @ 6:17 AM

Holidays now. Longed to go back to school..

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