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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Sad sad sad So freaking bored at home that I have nothing much to post about. Freaking mad as I really miss some places very very much but can't go back there for I don't know how long. My neighbour whom I have the habit of calling him uncle since we first move in has just passed away two days ago. Actually wanted to blog about it two days ago but was too lazy to blog about it. He was really kind and really nice. Every morning no matter how early it was, when I have to set off for school, he would definitely be sitting by the chair beside the table reading newspaper. I would always turn towards his door and call him uncle as I walk pass. There was once when I forgot to bring my house key and waiting for my mum to come home to open the door and he found him sitting by the stairs waiting for my mum home but he invited me in while waiting for my home. Well anyways out with the crap but rest in peace uncle. Thank you for being so kind to me over the years since we moved in here years ago together and being such a great neighbour to all of us. Rest in peace. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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