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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
.: Compassion.. Where are you? :.I am particularly sad about what my bro told me just moments ago.. he told me something about his friend. You see, my bro's friend's mom is diagnosed with cancer. And when you tell a 10-years-old boy that you have cancer, he will only know how it's pronounce, not the down side of having cancer.. But what really ticks me off was that he wasnt able to go home to change into his P.E. attire for soccer because bloody school did not have the initiative to help the poor boy get home. My bro told me that that poor boy was still in school when my bro had gone home after soccer training. You see what i'm trying to convey here? I mean where are people's compassion nowadays? Why didn't anyone bothered to offer to send him home, for God's sake! Please pray for the poor boy's mother -anyone who's reading this. Please pray for her speedy recovery.. p/s: to babylove, i admit it was wrong on my part. sorry love.much love-khai.Labels: thoughts
About me
Khairah; K-banks
3rd MAY 1989
SINGLE. and LOVING LIFE
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I love shooting stars.
I hate copycats.
