My Bicycle Can Take You Everywhere

My friends are God's gift to me, they NEVER told me they love me but I get one
My family is God's gift to me, whenEVER they tell me they love me i get none.

NONE is just ONE added with N
ONE is just NONE without N

NEVER is just EVER added with N
EVER is just NEVER without N

but they make alot of difference.

YES. YES. and YES

my friends are God's gift to me and I can feel that or know that
when I'm with them I don't remember anything but that very moment
back here at home i don't think i am that jolly as much as i am with my friends
sometimes i envy those kids who got their parents by their side all the time.. talking to them
killing time with them making fun.. laughing.. playing games..
i'd like to taste that
i love my friends and my family equally
but they unevenly give me that happiness

i have this friend, but im not gonna name her
she's got her mom and her dad all the time supporting her everytime and every corner whatsoever. when i looked at them i always wonder if that will ever happen to me
well, there are times when we get along but the chemistry between my friend and her parents are too strong to break unlike mine and my parents the smallest mistake leads to a big fight

like when i spanked my brother unintentionally.. mom or sometimes dad would slap me on my face.. and no im not kidding, im being honest and even if i would explain what happened .. i still end up being the failure or the wrong one. there was this one time too... when my little brother was playing the computer and i was watching [--and mom was also ironing the clothes cause our yaya was outta city] t.v i kinda passed by channel 34 [Nickelodeon] and my brother liked the show, he grabbed my remote and i tried to get it back he squeezed my arm so hard so i pinched him and when mom saw me she went all "ayaw ing-ana-a ang imong manghod, do you wanna get ironed" and then she slapped my lip. I'm not really surprised about the slappin action cause she does that to me all the time

i don't know what's wrong with me but when it comes to friendship chemistry. my friend's have the strongest chain :)

but i still love my family no matter what they do

so you guys probably know what i meant. "CHILD IN BAG".. i have a lot of thoughts inside me about child abuse waiting patiently to get out and tell the world what i think and what should be done. so i saw this video last monday it was all about a baby from london england being tortured by his stepfather... i couldnt give any more pity watching it. i really thought it was horrible and the my conclusion to it is that it was a one big human disgrace. so why do it? why do such a crime? release your anger and put it all on babies? WOW... i never thought babies or even kids nowadays are treated like rag dolls... you know what's worse? they don't survive and of course they never will! HELPLESS.POWERLESS. no..they dont have the strength yet, to fight back! and maybe to them.. existence means to get neglected..

There are some ways to help prevent children from suffering at the hands of abusers!

Talk to children about their home life. Just a simple conversation will do but we need to get back to asking "How are you?" "Is everything at home okay?" "How is your family? (mom, dad, siblings)" Any question that will let the child tell you about their life at home. Be sure to listen.

Tell children about inappropriate touches. Let them know that their body is not to be touched in any way that makes them uncomfortable or hurts and that it doesn't matter who it is; they shouldn't be touched on any private area of their body.

If you suspect child abuse or you know it's happening...call for help and do not give up until you know that child(ren) is safe!!!!

there are really more ways... :D so yeah

we should all remember that life and love are one of the best gifts from God. and once you lose it. its done.

The face of a cherub with beautiful blue eyes and blond baby curls. It hurts to look at his pictures.

Little Peter Connelly lived for a short while on earth, and while he lived he never knew safety or love or gentleness or mercy. No, he did not know about those things. For Peter, existence meant neglect, indifference, pain and violence. And what does a baby know, really? He probably thought that’s all life was.

Are babies capable of bewilderment, do you think?

Peter was too young to speak, and for as beautiful as he was, he did not hold his mother’s interest. Tracey Connelly was absorbed in other business, really, and couldn’t bother much with Peter. There was so much to do. There was sleeping, relaxing, sitting down, smoking, socializing on the internet. Languishing in her boredom. Thinking about herself.

These things take a lot of time, after all, and there’s only so many hours in a day. And then, I’m sure it must have been very stressful having Social Services watching all the time, visiting the house all the time.

And while Tracey Connelly entertained herself with her activities, Steven Barker also entertained himself.

Look at the picture to the right. Do you see the bruises?

Steven Barker threw little Peter around like a rag doll. He spun Peter around on a stool until he fell off and hit his head, and then put him back on and spun him again. He trained Peter to obey like a dog, with a snap of his fingers. And speaking of dogs, he used Peter to train the Rottweiler that lived in the house. Under that angelic blond hair, Peter had bite marks on his head; it is not known whether these marks were human or canine. That’s right: as part of training the Rottweiler, either Steven Barker or the dog bit Peter on the head.

Steven Barker’s brother, Jason Owen, participated in some of this abuse.

Have you had enough yet?

There’s more.

Of course there is.

Steven Barker compressed Peter’s windpipe, held for a while, and finally let go. He pinched Peter’s fingernails and toenails until they turned black. He pulled out at least one of the baby’s fingernails with pliers. He cut off at least one of the baby’s fingertips with a knife. One of Peter’s ears was partially torn off. Social Services, meanwhile, kept watching.

Steven Barker broke several of Peter’s ribs.

Then he broke Peter’s back.

It takes a lot of force to break a back. A lot. Force equivalent to a car accident, or a fall from a very high place.

Read that again: Steven Barker broke Peter’s back.

Let it sink in.

This happened near the end, and Peter did not walk unaided again. When asked whether she ever realized that her son was partially paralyzed, Tracey Connelly said that she hadn’t noticed. Nope, she did not notice. He lay down just fine in his bed, she said, and he sat just fine where she put him.

By this time, Peter’s hair had been shaved off. This was because of the scabs on his head. And the lice.

Social Services watched and watched. Tracey Connelly was smearing her son’s face with chocolate now, to hide the bruises. I’m sure she thought this was very clever.

Peter went to the hospital. He went there with a broken back and eight broken ribs. But he was cranky. How could the doctor examine such a cranky child? She could not! She sent him home.

At home Peter was cranky. He lay alone in his crib. He cried and he cried.

Peter was seventeen months old. Have you seen a child this age sobbing? The pouty lips, the little gasps, the tears? In an adult, the normal response to this is compassion. The urge to give comfort – that is the normal response.

That was not Steven Barker’s response.

He went into Peter’s room and closed the door. Then he punched Peter in the face. Punched him so hard, in fact, that he removed skin from the baby’s lips and tongue and knocked out a tooth. Peter went quiet.

It was 11:30 on the following morning before Tracey Connelly called for an ambulance. By then Peter’s body was cold and blue, dead already for several hours.

That was August 3, 2007. Only four days after the last visit from Social Services.

"So.. How can a harmless innocent baby fight back for it's rights?" :(

I dont know the reason for such crime. It was horrible. i guess for peter EXISTENCE means neglect. abuse. and crime

I feel sorry for Patrick because he was pretending so hard but then Jimson had to ruin it and IF they get evicted this Saturday or whenever I really want Jimson and Kath to get evicted. I know that it's so hard cause they are couple but

TO: this guy who's been acting like a bitch.. and won't stop shitting his ass about his past. now