1 Bomb
2 Bomb
3 Bomb
BOMB!!
Terrorist come and bomb de home...
sigh... jus before this entry, i was lamenting about NATURAL disasters... to top add on the increasing global crisis is a MAN MADE disaster...
why cant people jus be peaceful like
my class?
my church?
my friends?
.... my family? (eerr.. haha.. okok.. not so much family =P got nicholas around $%^&# wahaha)
sigh... sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh... *out of breath*
ok.. enough sighing...
next topic...
DAVID'S BLOG!! wahaha... didnt know he had a blog until recently... damm cool....
Suddenly, the world of a person that I thought I knew relatively well opened up to me, and suddenly, i feel like i'm floating in an ocean of information...
i knew alot of stuff, coz I always talk to simon (his brother) about his life and such.... but never from his point of view...
sentimental. yupz... thats the word to describe him...
if his blog is truly the innate persona of himself, I have not yet encountered a mortal man more sentimental then him....
but in a way, his path was a path that I could have similarly taken... but my life had many, countless turning points, which in some way forced me to be who I am today...
To be able to shed a tear is a blessing
To be able to shed a tear honestly is an even greater blessing...
I cry alot...
alot.... but luckily, my friends weren't the type who would call me names when I cried...
I could cry, when I'm Primary 6, just thinking about what would happen if a robber suddenly robs my house and kills my family..
I could cry, when I'm 17, when my father broke a present that my friend painstakingly made for me...
I could cry, when I'm 18, when I read a heartbreaking story
... I cried for 3 days, almost non-stop when... He broke up with me...
Relationships are something that leaves the deepest imprints in life...
... sigh... feel like crying when I read his blog...
kinda able to relate to him pretty well....
i still remember there was one particular time, when my father was damm angry with me for scoring very low on my report card, and started to take out the dreaded cane...
He wacked me like 10+ times? minimum..
Then my elder brother pushed me aside and covered me from being beated by him.... He got hit a hell lot of times also... but none of us dared to make any noise...
until i couldnt take it anymore.... i ran out of the room and grabbed my wallet and ran out of the house...
... that was the first time I ran away from home...
.... i hated my dad...
for being a perfectionist
for being a disciplinarian
for bieng an imperialist
for being my father...
but... without him, i would not have been who I am today....
which I am quite grateful for...
with my past, the types of friends i had.... if i did not suffer these type of disciplinary actions from my father, i would long have been in Changi Prison already...
Dave =)
Nice blog... I'm definately one of your "blog fans" now... wahaha
Remember, with great power comes great responsibility...
It is what you will that responsibility to be, failing others is nothing, failing yourself is true failure...
In my eyes, you're great!
Dont classify yourself as a failure, you were never one, you never will be..... =)
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