You are the one in my life
You are more beautiful than heaven
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Helen is uberly super in love wif everything japan. hopes that she can successfully finish architecture in nus for at least 4 yrs. no matter what now, she wants to go Japan and live there happily forever.

Monday, September 25, 20069:06 PMpHoTos
went to see the WORLD PRESS PHOTO exhibition at national library ytd.

where they feature 200+ prize winning photographs which captured the most powerful, moving n mostly disturbing events of yr 2005. it has come to regard as the most prestigious award for photojournalism in the world, yup, so it's worth to take a look there. ends tis thurs! ahh promos coming rite, dont tink anyone will be bothered to go down n see right, haiz nvm.

anyway, the photos there are fairly well-taken, where u can see great stories from just series of pictures, wif some captions beside to string them tgt. most of them are bout the developing countries wif inadequate resources or frequent attacks by the rebels, and depicts the sufferings they had went thru in those helpless days.

one of the picture featured was a little boy clinging one arm over his father's neck, while his other amputated arm was being sewed at the broken link. he was crying- but wat can he do. n wat can his father do. it was pathetic for a boy to go thru such tramatic pain n torture at tis young age, yet all we can do is to stare at the picture in vain. perhaps tat's wat the photographer wanted to draw our attention to- be grantful tat we are living in a country of peace n harmony, n tat the children around us hav a heathy mind n body.

anws, JIA YOU FOR PROMOS everybody!
be grantful tat we hav education n exams, as while we are buring the midnight oil, some other teenages in some other rural parts of the world may still be carrying sacks of coal even after working 14 hrs of hard labour, wif no time left to wallop in sorrow for their death relatives, much less to say spare time to study ABC.

Since you RAN away nothing's been the same
Don't know what I'm living for
Here I am so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do