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Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Be Strong
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chapter 8... I think...
6:17 AM Wednesday, July 8, 2009
haiz... its been a month since I last updated thus blog of mine.. I think i forget how the story goes after the last chapter... I can't find the hard copy anywhere... but the story must go on... so... during the holidays, alot has happen... Met a new fren or maybe a lost twin... No one will belive that we have become so close in one call... It's like we've met be4... anywaes i won't get carried away with it... I'll just try to remember and continue the story as much as possible... So here is how it goes...
I felt sleepy and I fell asleep while mom was talking with her.During my sleep, I had a terrible nightmare.. She was in it.. Along with her ex.. I fought with him and got him several times but he just won't give up. I got angry and started on a rampage. All of a sudden she slapped me in my dream and i woke up.. I was shocked and was holding my cheeks. Mom tried to wake me up from my nightmare.I went to the toilet to wash my face. I got out of the toilet and she was not in the room. I was about to ask mom when she said "canteen"."How did you know that I was going to ask about her?" I asked mom with a stuned face. "Of course I know, I'm your mother.Don't worry, she'll come back." She said with a tired tone. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10p.m. After a few minutes, she came in with some foods from the canteen. She was happy to see me awake on the bed. She placed the plastic bed on the table and took out something from it.. It was wrapped with some colourfull papers. She hand it to me and said...(to be continued... I forgot the rest)
Well thats it for chapter 8... tune in for the next episode...
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