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Hulo lovely people (:

i dont know why,
it seems like a million times.
i've searched for you
but i've got no clue D:
Where are you?

all thee Number7

>>Melisa

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She can be a real nice, High, retarded girl. If she explodes, you'll never ever get to see her ever Again(haha obviously). But dont cha worry a thing, she will never explode. If she ever did, perhaps you'll not be in her blog :D And because she's god's Child, she simply: loves everyone.

Into volleyball she says, and awaits Every single chance to play the Pianooooo. Disliking too much soft-toys is her forte, so is enjoying the sweeeeet company of her Girlfriends/mummy(!) She wants a perfect height of 167cm, she's trying every bit.

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Friday, January 27, 2006

TODAY, i'm back to my EX school. Feel so out going there. The Security guard kept on chasing us out. HAHS. Was quite excited about going back yesterday, but thinking of it now, i'm not in the least excited. Perhaps many others enjoyed going back there but i don't.
1# Mrs khoo is SICK. She vomitted and went back home. OH GOD. Hope she's alright now.
2# Many people seemed to have changed. Nibbs is kinda acting like a gangster now? Then James doesn't seems like the one i knew. He seems to like avoid me liaos. Not like those days where we teased and played and talked and sat together happily. Recalling all this makes me think of a photo. THIS. Taken in the library on the LAST day of school; the graduation day. See how happy is he and i nots? But now, it's TOTALLY the opposite.

So sad. T_T
3# Everyone were like talking to each other but not me? You know i don't like to create conversation. I don't know what to talk about. Maybe what i seems to know or like they may not like or know it. NO ONE BOTHERED me there. I was like standing there, a while looking at people talking to one another and a while i was like looking at the boys play vb.
Sorry larh dinnie, i went back earlier. Was really very bu shuang and bored there. No one bothered me and there i am standing at the hot sun ALONE. Can't help it. Was really down. ALMOST bursting into tears. I cannot believe Jamie would do that. Maybe everyone would start talking to you once you've come, cos your more likable perhaps. Maybe James would start opening his mouth after seeing you. Good lors. Now i'm sec one, going back to my ex school and seeing my ex school friends is quite a torture. I dun like to be alone you know. HAHS. I'm off lerhs. Going out with my THE OTHER BUNCH of friends.
Buhbyes~!

People may think that i've changed. To not as cheerful as i am as before. But you may want to know why i've changed. I've changed because of my friends. I WAS cheerful with them, now they seemed to avoid me, I'm back to my world without them. I'm sorry.

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