He was a young boy at the age of the 6 years old.
He lived at Bukit Timah Hill,
so he had to go a long way to the streets
Jus to buy the necessaries everytime.
It was year 1942, new year eve,
Brandon went to the market to buy New Year stuff.
When he returned, his father appeared outside of the house.
He ran towards his father happily without noticing
That his father's face was terribly worried.
His father grabbed by Brandon’s arm
And shoves him in the trapdoor.

Just then, he heard some banging noises.
He opened the trapdoor a little and saw some soldiers
With his father smiling at them.
Brandon had heard the news that
The Japanese soldiers were approaching to Singapore
But he never realised it was so fast.
The Japanese pushed away his father
And started to search their house.
During the few minutes of searching
Are like years to Brandon.
His palms were sweating profusly.

After searching, the Japanese soldiers started
To question his father.
When his father was answering them,
a Japanese soldier swings his boycott
Across his father’s head from the back.
His father’s head dropped with his body still standing.
Brandon widens his eyes and tears
Came streaming down his cheeks.
While he was crying silently,
Brandon shifts his legs which caused noises.

It attracts the Japanese soldiers attention.
Brandon was dragged out like a rag doll
Who stared at the corpse.
A Japanese soldier shaked him violently
By his shoulders to wake him up.

Suddenly,
Brandon stared at the soldier causing him shagged back.
Brandon turned to the soldier
that was holding him and grabbed his boycott.

Brandon’s eyes filled with fury and
What he had done next was unbelievable.
He went around and stabbed
All the Japanese soldiers he saw.
There were pools of blood everywhere
On his house’s floor and flesh of humans
Were splattered on the walls.
The soldiers were either shouting or lying on the floor,
Either dead or injuried.
Some of the soldiers shot Brandon
But Brandon refused to lie down.
He had used his every last strength
And continued hurting people.
His mind only filled with a single thought
“KILL, KILL, KILL.”
Finally, when he left no more strength
And kneel down onto the floor.
A soldier came behind him and
Swings his boycott and cut off his head…

And it is the true story of me...
It is the dream tat i had last time.
And tis story is about me of my past life.

Till now i cant forget the scenerio...
Argh....

Xiao Ying Arh..
If u nv put in yr blog hor..
I would nt noe tis is really my past life.
Which i dreamt about...

Haiz...
What a horrible life for me...