POSTED ON Thursday, September 27, 2007 AT 10:59 PM \\
I don't want to do English composition, so here I am..
On Sunday, I was suddenly reminded of that particular incident last year.. Involving me, my other BaoBao and one of my nuers. I can still remember how it all started.. Thinking back about it, I realised it was my fault. Well, not entirely, but I had the biggest part of the fault. For starting it all, for starting everything. So that had ended with the BaoBaos not talking to each other. Hmm, for about 2 months plus? And I was also the one who had ended it, because I can't bear to end Primary 6 life like that..
Why can't I let it go earlier? Why do I take such a long time to let go of grudges? This, then, reminded me of an email sent by Kai Sing.
'Good Friends'
Last night you and your best friend had a fight. You decide not to talk to her the next day. She smiles at you. You grind your teeth at her. She tells her friends nice things about you. You spread bad rumours about her. She tries to come and talk to you. But you push her aside. She thinks you are a great friend. You think she is a terrible friend. She writes nice notes to you, telling you about the best times you shared together. You write about all the bad times you can remember experiencing together. Deep down you know she's sorry. But all you have is hate. The next day you find a note. It reads:
Dear ________,
I tried to tell you yesterday, but you didn't let me speak, I tried to tell you good things, but you were afraid to hear them. I tried to smile at you, to take away the hate. But now it's time to tell you, even though it's a bit late. That I am dying. I have a bad condition and it is getting worse. I'm sorry to have to tell you that i won't be able to see you today. I wrote this to you today in the hospital. My time is up. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I'm really sorry about our
argument. You are such a great friend. I promise I shall watch over you.
Lots of love __________
You run to the hospital to tell her you are sorry, but only her mum is left. Her hand clasped over her face. And she was crying. Down on her knees she prays, for her daughter to come back. You were too late. You wish you told her sorry sooner and got to say goodbye. All friends have their ups and downs, and sometimes you need to say sorry.. Don't wait for the other person to do it first. Because you never know what could happen.
If you really love your friends and would watch down on them when you pass away, please send this on and show people that you really have a heart. Even if you send this to 1 person only. You still have a heart. However, if you don't send this to anyone.. I can tell you that when you need help, no one will be there for you because they will not remember this letter.Hey! That's just the typical me!
Time check: 11.15pm. Finally want to do English composition. But how do you expect a retard like me to write a composition based on this title: If you had used your 'heart' instead of your 'brain' where would you be now? zzz
POSTED ON Thursday, September 27, 2007 AT 10:59 PM \\
I don't want to do English composition, so here I am..
On Sunday, I was suddenly reminded of that particular incident last year.. Involving me, my other BaoBao and one of my nuers. I can still remember how it all started.. Thinking back about it, I realised it was my fault. Well, not entirely, but I had the biggest part of the fault. For starting it all, for starting everything. So that had ended with the BaoBaos not talking to each other. Hmm, for about 2 months plus? And I was also the one who had ended it, because I can't bear to end Primary 6 life like that..
Why can't I let it go earlier? Why do I take such a long time to let go of grudges? This, then, reminded me of an email sent by Kai Sing.
'Good Friends'
Last night you and your best friend had a fight. You decide not to talk to her the next day. She smiles at you. You grind your teeth at her. She tells her friends nice things about you. You spread bad rumours about her. She tries to come and talk to you. But you push her aside. She thinks you are a great friend. You think she is a terrible friend. She writes nice notes to you, telling you about the best times you shared together. You write about all the bad times you can remember experiencing together. Deep down you know she's sorry. But all you have is hate. The next day you find a note. It reads:
Dear ________,
I tried to tell you yesterday, but you didn't let me speak, I tried to tell you good things, but you were afraid to hear them. I tried to smile at you, to take away the hate. But now it's time to tell you, even though it's a bit late. That I am dying. I have a bad condition and it is getting worse. I'm sorry to have to tell you that i won't be able to see you today. I wrote this to you today in the hospital. My time is up. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I'm really sorry about our
argument. You are such a great friend. I promise I shall watch over you.
Lots of love __________
You run to the hospital to tell her you are sorry, but only her mum is left. Her hand clasped over her face. And she was crying. Down on her knees she prays, for her daughter to come back. You were too late. You wish you told her sorry sooner and got to say goodbye. All friends have their ups and downs, and sometimes you need to say sorry.. Don't wait for the other person to do it first. Because you never know what could happen.
If you really love your friends and would watch down on them when you pass away, please send this on and show people that you really have a heart. Even if you send this to 1 person only. You still have a heart. However, if you don't send this to anyone.. I can tell you that when you need help, no one will be there for you because they will not remember this letter.Hey! That's just the typical me!
Time check: 11.15pm. Finally want to do English composition. But how do you expect a retard like me to write a composition based on this title: If you had used your 'heart' instead of your 'brain' where would you be now? zzz
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