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A father puts his son on the ledge, fifteen feet from he ground. Kid’s about six. The father asks the kid to jump. The kid shakes his head, afraid to make the move. The father tells him not to worry, Daddy’s here and Daddy will catch you. The kid swallows hard, clenches his hands and makes the jump. The father moves out of the way and lets the kid fall to the ground, cuts, bruises, scrapes, what have you. The father bends over and points a finger in the face of his crying boy. And tells him, ‘Remember one thing. In this life, never trust anyone.


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Sunday, March 09, 2003

good morning, woke up feeling peaceful. not too bad. no morning sms or nite sms from anyone. eh, sad hor. hee. never mind lo. my handphone plan seems to be like going to be over liao. maybe i shld cancel it. save money is not bad, luckily, my mum never day i shld pay my own bills. maybe i settle for a pager, lol. but y not? i remember last time when i secondary school, my mum had a memo jass by motorola. she didnt used much, so i took and used. but eh, no one page me. guess i was too young hor.

yesterdae was a stupid yet fun-in-a-way day. me fren called me out, decided to go out. reachedt tampines and we couldnt decided which bus to take. took townlink 293 (green) and ended up circling the other half of tampines which we didnt want to go, haha. in the end we got off at tampines interchange again. in the end, we decided to go to parkway. took 12. the journey was long. eh, but i appreaciate the time i had to let me think of stuff. den the bus stopped and there was this burning smell. we all had to get off the bus. suay lo. on the bus was some bangadesh workers. they told me that there was smoke when we were on the bus. surprised me to hear them speak rather fluent english. my dad used to have a worker from bangadesh too. guess wat, he was a university graduate from where he came from. but still he earned more working with my dad, den back at home. darn, diff pp, diff life.

later got work. hope it will be ok. yishan quit liao though. sian. had u ever got wind of something that u didnt want to know, coz u know when u know it, it will hurt u deep inside. heh. not a good feeling lo. still haiz. fate is not something we can avoid.

bye pp. take care.

gilbert at 5:59 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}