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Sunday, March 19, 2006


When I going for tuition,(4 road ways-boon lay) I saw a old man lying in the middle of the road. His groceries was lying infront of him, the bicycle he was riding, was behind him. The wheels are spinning that means that the accident just occured. Then, there was a bus infront. My father said that maybe the bicycle wanted to cross across the road, the bus also wanted to turn, so they bang on to each other. My father also say that he did not kicked the bucket, he only had some injuries. People help him to pick up his groceries and bicycle. I saw them carrying him up. I wanted to help but i can't, i was rushing for tuition. I remember a saying goes,"Don't just stand there and watch, help them!" i was so afraid!!!=.=

5:20 AM

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Here's a story of a girl,
Living in the lonely world,
A hidden note, A secret crush,
A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
And when you smile I check you out,
But you don't even know my name,
You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
If you lose your way,
I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will you notice me?


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