Mr Thomson mentioned something "disturbing" during assembly. (well, to him at least) He said recently theres something call a blog (how recent? gosh) an online diary. and people are misusing it. especially PL girls. He happened to read a few PL girls' blogs, and they are blogging very unpleasantly, and Mrs Lee and himself are very unhappy about it. well. seriously. i dont see anything wrong. i mean, well, a blog. its a diary kind of thing. something private. well. perhaps not really since its online. but still. i guess its rather personal. who are they to disapprove us using this? some people just like to use vulgarities every now and then. alright. look. i'm not saying its good. its cool. but rather. i guess everyone has their own style of writing. speaking. whatsoever. so who are they to be changing us? yes. i'm kind of against the comment he made this morning. but true as it can be, he's right to a certain extent. okie. i think we should cut down or rather stop on the vulgarities we are using. and beware of the things we say. so to assure we would not hurt anyone with our words. thou shall not lambaste. also. be kind. yes. i know i sound so un-beishan-fied. but be kind. yup.

my act of kindness:
i was walking back home when i saw a primary school kid cycling, knocked into the tree. he started whining and screaming (dots). so i went up to check. he hurt his calve. it was bleeding quite badly i would say. then that boy started crying. gosh. you should have seen how i reacted. "dont cry! dont cry!" was what i said the whole time. okie. i want to make things clear. first. i cant stand people crying. i'll really go crazy when anyone cries in front of me. cos of some reasons or so, i always make them cry even harder! -sigh- secondly. it made look as if i'm the one who made him cry. so everyone who walked past gave that why-are-you-bullying-a-primary-school-kid look. you must be wondering why the passer-bys did not stop and help. reason. the boy just happily squat down and cry. and his injured calve was facing the tree. so people cant really see. anyway. a moment later. this fellow came up to me and claimed he's the boy's friend. whoa. my heart lited up. right away man. so i asked him to contact this boy's parents. ok. mean time. i tried to clean the wound for that boy. i would like to admit. this is my first time cleaning someones wound. which is actually quite gross since its kind of bloody. yup. but nevertheless. i did quite a good job. -grinz- so proud of myself! i deserve some praise you know! clap for me. yes. YOU. dont try to act blur. clap for me! hurry!


It's been a long and winding journey,
but i'm finally here tonight
Picking up the pieces,
walking back into the light
Into the sunset of your glory,
where my heart and future lies
There's nothing like that feeling,
when i look into your eyes.

Standing here before you, feels like i've been born again
Every breath is your love, every heartbeat speaks your name.

Brought me here to be with you,
I'll be forever grateful (oh forever Faithful)

My dreams came true, when i found you
I found you, my miracle..

If you could see, what i see,
that you're the answer to my prayers
And if you could feel,
the tenderness i feel
You would know, it would be clear,
that angels brought me here.

gay sebastian