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Tried to take a picture; Of love
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
Henry, 21
12 January 1989
National University of Singapore, Nursing
He loves books,
his family
and his awesome life!
fan of: harry potter & helping others to the best of his abilities
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
{/profile --
Henry and Life
Henry, 21
12 January 1989
National University of Singapore, Nursing
He loves books,
his family
and his awesome life!
fan of: harry potter & helping others to the best of his abilities
Tried to write a letter; In ink
I've got a piece of paper; But it's Empty
I guess by now u are already sick and tired of me saying sorry everytime i do something wrong.. but i still have to say this coz i really dunno what else i can say..
i'm sorry..
I'm sorry for being irritated with u for something as stupid as u laughing at my favourite soccer club..
i'm sorry for saying i am ur gd fren but yet wasn't there for u when u needed someone to be wif u at one of the worst moment in ur life rite now..
i'm sorry for being a lousy fren..
"is this the only thing u can say?" u may ask.. to be honest, yes it is.. i have no idea wat else to say at the current time.. i dun seek ur forgiveness, i rather u scold me, scream at me..
after such a huge loss, i cant say i fully understand ur pain and sorrow, coz i haven lost a close one before, and nvr wish too.. but still, i feel sadness for u, as i read thru wat u wrote.. really.. i was momentarily stunned, staring at my computer screen for minutes, thinking of wat i have juz read..
i dunno when u will ever read this, maybe now, or never.. but if u do, i hope this entry is enough to let u know i care.. even though i no longer have the courage like i used to and say i'll be here for you no matter wat happens, but i still wish that u will lead a life of happiness and not pain or suffering..
for the last time..
i'm sorry...
Henry Lamer and The Story Of the Little Girl
hi peeps.. i am back.. to blog about? nothing bout my army life.. coz it will probably be the same as the previous post.. and i guess my mind has became stagnant after all the mundane work in camp.. so therefore, i decided to share with u all the stories i kept in my email for a long time.. all the stories are either real meaningful, thought provoking, or juz pure sweet.. so the story for today is called... the last six words of my post title..
Her hair was up in a ponytail..
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Where's her daddy at?"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She heard a boy call out.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"She probably doesn't have one,"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Another dared to shout.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And from somewhere near the back,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She heard a daddy say,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Too busy to waste his day."
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>The words did not offend her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>As she smiled up at her Mom.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And looked back at her teacher,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Who told her to go on.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And with hands behind her back,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Slowly she began to speak.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And out from the mouth of a child,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Came words incredibly unique.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"My Daddy couldn't be here,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Because he lives so far away.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But I know he wishes he could be,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Since this is such a special day.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And though you cannot meet him,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I wanted you to know.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>All about my daddy,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And how much he loves me so.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He loved to tell me stories
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He taught me to ride my bike.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He surprised me with pink roses,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And taught me to fly a kite.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>We used to share fudge sundaes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And ice cream in a cone.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And though you cannot see him,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I'm not standing here alone.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Cause my daddy's always with me,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Even though we are apart
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I know because he told me,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He'll forever be in my heart"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>With that, her little hand reached up,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And lay across her chest.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Feeling her own heartbeat,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Beneath her favorite dress.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Her mother stood in tears.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Proudly watching her daughter,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Who was wise beyond her years.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>For she stood up for the love
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>of a man not in her life.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Doing what was best for her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Doing what was right.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And when she dropped her hand back down,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Staring straight into the crowd.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She finished with a voice so soft,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But its message clear and loud.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I love my daddy very much,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He's my shining star.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And if he could, he'd be here,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But heaven's just too far.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>You see he was a fireman
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And died just this past year
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>When airplanes hit the towers
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And taught Americans to fear.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> But sometimes when I close my eyes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> It's like he never went away."
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And then she closed her eyes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And saw him there that day.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And to her mother's amazement,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> She witnessed with surprise.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> A room full of daddies and children,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> All starting to close their eyes.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Who knows what they saw before them,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Who knows what they felt inside.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Perhaps for merely a second,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> They saw him at her side.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> "I know you're with me Daddy,"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> To the silence she called out.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And what happened next made believers,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Of those once filled with doubt.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Not one in that room could explain it,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> For each of their eyes had been closed.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> But there on the desk beside her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> That heaven is never too far
personally, i felt it is a lovely story.. and one which i used in class as a story telling sort of thing.. it ended sounding like a ghost story.. but nonetheless, hope u enjoy the story.. until next time.. see ya!!
Henry Lamer and the Fallen Warrior
hi everyone! i'm back again for the weekend.. and back to blog so as to update this internet site with cool music and pictures.. hope that everyone of u have been fine while i was in the other world.. anyway, back to the issue i wish to talk about today..
Have u ever had the feeling of wanting to do something, but u juz can't? not that u are not willing too, but u are juz bounded by some physical boundaries which prevents u from doing some stuff that u really wish to do? like how a blind man wishes to see, a deaf man wishes to hear and a lame man wishes to walk? is it their fault that they can't do those things? well, if they purposely hurt themselves den yes. but if not? if they are born with these deficiencies? if they get it thru accidents? is it still their fault? i dun think so..
i'm currently feeling all that.. coz i am unable to join my frenz for all the activities they are doing.. i cant join them for fire fighting, hose laying, wearing the fireman suit and running around sweating like a pig.. do i wan to do all that? yes i do. i agree it is tough, but still, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. why on earth wun i wan to miss it? i wun wan to, but i had no choice, coz i did my best in school, enduring stuff, and hurt myself.. guess i had to blame myself for parts of it due to neglect. but i dun regret it. wat i have done in odac are memories that i will switch nothing for.. i made frenz, gain new experience, and created great memories...
is it worth it to switch that 2 yrs of memories, for the 2 years of memories that i do not have a chance to experience? hmmm.. it is an unfair comparison.. but one thing i am sure of is, at least my time in odac is not filled with people abusing me while i perservere thru everything.. so ya.. and den again, i can always do something else other than fire fighting, maybe not as man i agree, but it will still be an experience, an experience for life...
I've got a piece of paper; But it's Empty
{/ --
Tuesday, February 26, 2008 ( 5:43 AM )
I guess by now u are already sick and tired of me saying sorry everytime i do something wrong.. but i still have to say this coz i really dunno what else i can say..
i'm sorry..
I'm sorry for being irritated with u for something as stupid as u laughing at my favourite soccer club..
i'm sorry for saying i am ur gd fren but yet wasn't there for u when u needed someone to be wif u at one of the worst moment in ur life rite now..
i'm sorry for being a lousy fren..
"is this the only thing u can say?" u may ask.. to be honest, yes it is.. i have no idea wat else to say at the current time.. i dun seek ur forgiveness, i rather u scold me, scream at me..
after such a huge loss, i cant say i fully understand ur pain and sorrow, coz i haven lost a close one before, and nvr wish too.. but still, i feel sadness for u, as i read thru wat u wrote.. really.. i was momentarily stunned, staring at my computer screen for minutes, thinking of wat i have juz read..
i dunno when u will ever read this, maybe now, or never.. but if u do, i hope this entry is enough to let u know i care.. even though i no longer have the courage like i used to and say i'll be here for you no matter wat happens, but i still wish that u will lead a life of happiness and not pain or suffering..
for the last time..
i'm sorry...
{/ --
Saturday, February 09, 2008 ( 7:31 AM )
Henry Lamer and The Story Of the Little Girl
hi peeps.. i am back.. to blog about? nothing bout my army life.. coz it will probably be the same as the previous post.. and i guess my mind has became stagnant after all the mundane work in camp.. so therefore, i decided to share with u all the stories i kept in my email for a long time.. all the stories are either real meaningful, thought provoking, or juz pure sweet.. so the story for today is called... the last six words of my post title..
Her hair was up in a ponytail..
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Where's her daddy at?"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She heard a boy call out.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"She probably doesn't have one,"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Another dared to shout.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And from somewhere near the back,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She heard a daddy say,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Too busy to waste his day."
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>The words did not offend her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>As she smiled up at her Mom.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And looked back at her teacher,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Who told her to go on.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And with hands behind her back,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Slowly she began to speak.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And out from the mouth of a child,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Came words incredibly unique.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"My Daddy couldn't be here,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Because he lives so far away.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But I know he wishes he could be,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Since this is such a special day.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And though you cannot meet him,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I wanted you to know.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>All about my daddy,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And how much he loves me so.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He loved to tell me stories
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He taught me to ride my bike.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He surprised me with pink roses,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And taught me to fly a kite.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>We used to share fudge sundaes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And ice cream in a cone.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And though you cannot see him,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I'm not standing here alone.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>"Cause my daddy's always with me,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Even though we are apart
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I know because he told me,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He'll forever be in my heart"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>With that, her little hand reached up,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And lay across her chest.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Feeling her own heartbeat,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Beneath her favorite dress.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Her mother stood in tears.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Proudly watching her daughter,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Who was wise beyond her years.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>For she stood up for the love
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>of a man not in her life.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Doing what was best for her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Doing what was right.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And when she dropped her hand back down,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>Staring straight into the crowd.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>She finished with a voice so soft,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But its message clear and loud.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>I love my daddy very much,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>He's my shining star.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And if he could, he'd be here,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>But heaven's just too far.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>You see he was a fireman
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And died just this past year
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>When airplanes hit the towers
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>And taught Americans to fear.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> But sometimes when I close my eyes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> It's like he never went away."
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And then she closed her eyes,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And saw him there that day.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And to her mother's amazement,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> She witnessed with surprise.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> A room full of daddies and children,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> All starting to close their eyes.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Who knows what they saw before them,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Who knows what they felt inside.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Perhaps for merely a second,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> They saw him at her side.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> "I know you're with me Daddy,"
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> To the silence she called out.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And what happened next made believers,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Of those once filled with doubt.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Not one in that room could explain it,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> For each of their eyes had been closed.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> But there on the desk beside her,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>>
>> >>>
>>
>> >>> That heaven is never too far
personally, i felt it is a lovely story.. and one which i used in class as a story telling sort of thing.. it ended sounding like a ghost story.. but nonetheless, hope u enjoy the story.. until next time.. see ya!!
{/ --
Friday, February 01, 2008 ( 4:48 AM )
Henry Lamer and the Fallen Warrior
hi everyone! i'm back again for the weekend.. and back to blog so as to update this internet site with cool music and pictures.. hope that everyone of u have been fine while i was in the other world.. anyway, back to the issue i wish to talk about today..
Have u ever had the feeling of wanting to do something, but u juz can't? not that u are not willing too, but u are juz bounded by some physical boundaries which prevents u from doing some stuff that u really wish to do? like how a blind man wishes to see, a deaf man wishes to hear and a lame man wishes to walk? is it their fault that they can't do those things? well, if they purposely hurt themselves den yes. but if not? if they are born with these deficiencies? if they get it thru accidents? is it still their fault? i dun think so..
i'm currently feeling all that.. coz i am unable to join my frenz for all the activities they are doing.. i cant join them for fire fighting, hose laying, wearing the fireman suit and running around sweating like a pig.. do i wan to do all that? yes i do. i agree it is tough, but still, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. why on earth wun i wan to miss it? i wun wan to, but i had no choice, coz i did my best in school, enduring stuff, and hurt myself.. guess i had to blame myself for parts of it due to neglect. but i dun regret it. wat i have done in odac are memories that i will switch nothing for.. i made frenz, gain new experience, and created great memories...
is it worth it to switch that 2 yrs of memories, for the 2 years of memories that i do not have a chance to experience? hmmm.. it is an unfair comparison.. but one thing i am sure of is, at least my time in odac is not filled with people abusing me while i perservere thru everything.. so ya.. and den again, i can always do something else other than fire fighting, maybe not as man i agree, but it will still be an experience, an experience for life...
If we; Should be getting under
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
{/tagboard --
i think they call it freedom of speech
Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard; Maybe we're torn apart
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Shi Yi
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Wei Ting
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Yvonne
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