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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, February 08, 2004

todae was a rather sucky day, firstly, was my haircut. i went to the barber only to be cut by this idiotic barber that doesnt seemed to know anything abt cutting hair. most of the time moving the chaver ard my hair without cutting much hair. i was already funing inside. luckily this other barber took other, so it was ok in the end. walking towards the mrt station, i heard this voice singing, i tot there was a pirated vcd seller and they were playing some music. den i saw this blind lady singing with a voice so moving, it was good enough to be on an album. listening to her sing almost made me cry. she was blind, but thru her voice, there was this strong sense of determination and will to survive. the songs came thru to me with such vibrant colour that i could see with my eyes closed. gave her a dollar, that was what i had left after the stupid haircut. den decided to get back my bike which i left at tanah merah station the nite before. when i got there, i realised that someone had stolen my handle bars, lol, of all the things. oh well, i wanted to changed the rotten and rusty handlebars anyway. but my favourite grips was on that bar, haiz, never mind.

went to break four times this week, wasnt too bad, got improvement in rather a lot of stuff. headspins, turtles, flare(it felt higher at the back), mills, air freeze amd air chair. rather happy lo. but i think still need more improvement! i must not give up, still got 9 mths to the deadline.

hopefully i will get to go out with my crush for a movie soon, heh. lalala~]

take care peepz.

gilbert at 6:15 AM [comment]

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