A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls.

He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've
got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid. Then in a awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love." (:

A tendon (or sinew) is a tough band of fibrous connective tissue that usually connects muscle to bone[1] and is capable of withstanding tension. Tendons are similar to ligaments and fascia as they are both made of collagen except that ligaments join one bone to another bone, and fascia connect muscles to other muscles. Tendons and muscles work together and can only exert a pulling force.

The tendons in the foot are highly complex and intricate. If any tendons break it is a long, painful healing process, not to mention the intricacy of the repairing (if fully severed) process. Most people that do not receive medical attention within the first 48 hours of the injury will suffer from severe swelling, pain, and an on-fire feeling where the injury occurred. They are very painful when they are inflamed or not in use. Gradually, over a time period of about one year, the tissue will turn from fibrous to scar-like.

1 year. ):

Remember,

10 years ago when we were just in P1:
"Primary school is boring; I want to go to secondary school. Life would be better there."

And another 6 years later when we were little boys in khaki shorts:
"I miss my primary school just a little bit. And I don't like my new khaki shorts, they're too.. ughh, short? Those brass buttons hurt too when you carry your bag. And why am I not allowed to decide the length of my socks?! I want to go to junior college, there are girls there. :D "

Following another 4 years, we're in jc, where we wanted to be years ago.

Are we, #1:happy with what we are doing now? Contented? Satisfied with our environment?
Or are we, #2:suddenly missing what we have in the past, both primary and high school lives?

I've friends, many, made over the years. Some close, others closer, others, some others, barely in contact, anymore. And well these friends I am indebt to, they'd seen me through the years, we'd days full of laughter (still having), we'd done all the little things that one can ever dream to do, and yea, no one bothered how stubborn, hot headed, crude we were. Times change, people do, too.

As students, we study.
The main focus, the main priority, it is still studying, isn't it.
I am grateful, for all the little stuff that, peppered, cinnamoned, thymed, (actually, spiced) up my life.
And I know that I still would, for what I would leave this school at the end of JC2, would be good memories of the times I had in this wonderful school, the brilliant, close companions I've had.

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Hello.

To converse, to relate.
It isn't easy, isn't it? I find it so.
Least when ya know exists,
that rift, that ever-extending gap, that bridge.
Yeah, and of course I know I'd give a wave, say a word or two.
But I know, when it's all said and done,
I'd still be me, just a different me.
I can't afford to, and would not, try holding anything back.

'Like a kite, flitting in the strong winds, few strings, would be able to hold it back'

And people have asked, falling, and being pushed down again, isn't painful?
They would always ask, "don't you hate them who pushed you to the ground?"
And I will reply, smiling,
'Nope, I'm fine, thanks for the concern. I know what you think, but hey, think about it, it is them, who help you grow stronger. Pushed to the ground, you're wounded, but you grow back, just fine, stronger even."
But I know, when it's all said and done,
I wouldn't, and will never, stand in the way, more out of it, haha.
For importantly, if I'm eventually fine, when others are happy, that's what matters, isn't it?
Such is life, cest la vie.

Bye. (:

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Chris Daughtry! I like his songs, these and a few more.

Over you -- Chris Daughtry

Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

i am feeling warmth.
i am feeling blessed.
i am feeling appreciated.
i am feeling involved.
i am feeling like no other before.
i am feeling, thankful. (:

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Life isn't like a box of chocolates... in the box, they always have the flavors printed on the underside of the lid. Nope, life is more like walking around in a huge, dark, winding cave. You never know when you're going to hit a dead end, meet unexpected visitors (both good and bad), or round the next corner to find the shining light of your way out. And in a cave, there's always room for one more, another one, and another one; you never have to be alone if you don't want to.