saw wen's blog entries.

Rouse lotsa feelings.

A new perspective.

We have something in common.

I hate the people running the camp. It's not exactly because they have snatched our places away but because of their actions. I am also starting to hate uncle victor. Why must he always use every opportunity to convert people into christians. I thought that this project is to help the kids? He didn't even think of the kids la. Some of the helpers are so rough with them. They dun understand the kids. I felt sad when all the kids are staring blankly at those 'leaders'. I am glad that they didn't sing forever friends. I dun wan them to destroy the song. It can be seen that they dun even noe our usual songs and they always sing off-tune.

They are even going to form a new teens club. Fine, it's ok with us. I dun think tat alot of them are going to join anyway.But the fact that they wanted to pull us in digust me. What makes them think that any of us want to go. I know for a fact that none of us (Henry kor, Dickson, Irving, Yuan Zhi, Biqi,von, wen, yi xiang, jia wen n me) will go.

Club politics. They are the kids that have grown up wif us. I admit that I seldom see them but i still miss them. For example, I miss lawrence & leslie. I'm glad that I have a chance to take photos with them bcuz i have a feeling that I will nt see them anytime soon until the sports day(I think).

I find it funny that Bin Liang dun wana take pic wif wen. But i tink tat bin liang wanted to take pics wif her juz before she go off. Qing hong is even more funny. He's scared of ghosts. Hehe. Bin liang n qing hong are super cute la. Asking me to go wif them to take money frm their dorm. Grabbing me. I think that uncle victor felt left-out when they refuse to let him go wif us cuz he gave those kind of expression. I wun forget that.

It is those kind of little events that made me felt that it was a right choice that I have made. Sometimes I feel that i m nt wanted. Alone. Like a ship with no light to guide me alone. But i guess that I have reached the shore. A shelter for me to take place in. A place among the kids. How I wish that time can be rewind and that it can stay forever. Kids are truthful. I relearning to be truthful. I thought that by telling white lies, every1 will be happier but den in the end, it is me who is unhappy. If this goes on any longer, I think I will go mad. All the feelings that I feel. The injustice. The looks that people give me. The fact that some actions that u dun mean might actually hurt somebody. I hope that I will be that some1 too. Cuz i noe the feling of tat. So i m going to try to give full attention to people hu r talking to me.

What kind of Christians are they when they jeer at other people? kana sai.. They are not even fit to use the words. They can rot in hell for all I care.

+ let me die; i'm sorry__]]*
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