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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, March 24, 2006

peee.

ooheyeahs. today got vball. it "rocked". it really did. SO BORING.

then i went home without talking. IMAGINE a 45 mins or more journey without talking. some people may not bear it. but the NOW me, i can if you ask. In the past most probably NOT lorhs. last ttime, i was THAT cheerful. now everything changed. somehow it just changed. last time you would no matter what always see just a smile on my face and my mouth is always moving non-stop. teachers would just do nothing to shut me up. cause of cos there's always someone who talks more than me, in that case, it was arnold. hhas. i dunno why larhs. i just. JUST don't feel the same as before. i cannot find someone to confide in anymore. no one really knows how i really feel. NO ONE.

except god. of cos.

but anyway, i won't ever have another. friends AREN'T really what they meant in friendship poems. it ain't really EASY to just find a FRIEND. i guess. but i know of cos, things cannot completely be the same as before, now i have different classmates/schoolmates. they no longer were those whom wherever i walked in the school would always give a smile. at times i really missed the past a lot. i miss my old-self. i miss my own laughters, my own teacher.

don't worry larhs. i'll keep only those little good things we did in the past '') gotta go. buhbyes! srry arhs waiis& jiaxin. i didn't mean to.

perhaps it wasn't them who changed. maybe it was ME who changed. i'm sorry.

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