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Tried to take a picture; Of love
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty

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ramblings of a teenage boy

Kelvin Low
Superb Sixteen
13 March 1993
Maris Stella
NCC(Sea)
Arsenal FC
Loves playing soccer and hanging out with friends
Loves my family friends teachers cousins sister brother and God

WANTS {:
TO study hard and not lose focus
TO mature and wise up in all ways spiritually
DO great things for God
Have most of the qualities of Jesus
TO love and respect ALL my friends!
Great sense of humour
To do my parents, friends and God proud

Tried to write a letter; In ink
I've got a peice of paper; But it's Empty

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Friday, March 6, 2009 ( 10:06 PM )

It's Friday and the last day of the week..counting down SEVEN days to my birthday. In the morning, Matthew and Aaron had come to sch late, around recess time. I gave Matthew his belated birthday present which was again shared with Moses. I wished him a happy belated birthday and he thanked me. Around that time, I sat down and played Chinese Chess with a classmate, Chor Yuk. I hate to say it but I won him quite effortlessly and insulted him a little too overboard. Then, he did the unexpected. He actually cried which made me felt guilty. I did what was right and what I was supposed to do, I offered him a packet of tissue paper from myself. Until now, I am still not sure whether he had forgiven me. God bless him for he was a victim and I was the culprit.
After sch, had NCC training. Today is a special day because it's Promotion Day. Of course, many people were promoted except for me and a few. Some unlucky ones were demoted. I shall not name who. Dam. Wilfred said he had recommended me to Sir Teng for promotion but because of my poor attendance, I was not promoted. My rank now is still 3rd SGT and my post is still Medic lol. 3rd is a good because like what Mr Kwok had said: God is First, others Second, I am Third.

If we; Should be getting under
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty

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