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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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Saturday, May 30, 2009

if you cant love, at least don hate. it isnt easy to do so, i have to agree. but after NS, after NUS, it seems like a breeze for me to achieve. no doubt, no point denying what should be the truth. but whats the point of pointing out the truth that everyone already knows? is it worth making the people around upset and putting everyone else in a tight spot. i don know, perhaps i'm not as righteous, i'm not as courageous. perhaps i'm afraid of confrontation or awkwardness. perhaps my father was wrong when he taught me to live and let live. but i'm happier this way. i'm happier not pointing out flaws of others cause i know i have aplenty for others to point out. i'm happier just concerned about stuff that matters to me and not let others affect me too much. i'm happier letting things be simple and less complicated than it could already be.

singapore is as small as small could be already.

the world is coming to an end on 21 december 2012 as alex says.

i hate my inability to execute moves so much that i forgot to love dancing.

i hate my brother so much that i forgot my parents love him dearly.

i hate the hot weather so much that i forgot how much i love to sweat it out.

its only human capacity to do so many things. i don hate if i cant love, cause when i hate, i cant love.

gilbert at 10:11 PM [comment]

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