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Tuesday, January 02, 2007
>>> countdown 2007

my accidental present on my head !
mi and HR cam whoring in raffles place mrt station in the crowd. still got the time to take pictures !!
this is Hon Ren !! best buddy

it's 2007 in the blink of an eye. wonderful celebration with hon ren and kai heng's group of whacky people.

squeezing through the crowd was tough, but we still got through the other end.

next time anyone having difficulties struggling through the wet markets of singapore to get your veggies, contact hon ren or i to get it for you, $1 per minute. satisfaction guaranteed.

what a lousy joke ..

fireworks was enchanting, and the person watching with you counts alot too ! i was glad it wasn't him though. :) if it was, i'd be unhappy for another century.

police guarded place was very restricting. but what to do? too crowded anyway.

after that was eating at lau pat sat. we walked for a whole 30 mins before me and hon ren got the place. and thanks to me that i was bold enough to ask for directions. haha... honren took a blue hat off the cab top. i was like shocked la! stealer!! haha..but who cares when i got a blue hat as my new year present??? yay !! woohoo~~

an accidental present. sincerity felt.

hor fun is mine, ba chor mee is hon ren's

while eating, we waited for the honoured arrival of kai heng en's and caleb and another guy (i don't know his name). haha.. caleb was gonna give us a free trip back home on a cab, cause we missed the last train. however we weren't able to find a maxi cab to fit in 5 of us. damned it. haha. toobad.

i made a terrible decision. i ran for NR6. while the guys benefitted, i've sacrificed and i was plunging into an abyss of agony. in for another scary roller coaster ride. it might be over, but the trauma haunts every other night.

somebody heal me.


{ go to hell } 4:11 PM

!about me

name:apple mei


wishlist
birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*

l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please

2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)

3.wait till i think of stuff

lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...


!archives

February 2006;
March 2006;
April 2006;
May 2006;
June 2006;
July 2006;
August 2006;
September 2006;
October 2006;
November 2006;
December 2006;
January 2007;
February 2007;
March 2007;
April 2007;
June 2007;
July 2007;
August 2007;
September 2007;
October 2007;



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!connections


martin di di (cutest guy on earth
alvin
anthony
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arisa
ashika
Brenda
cai ying
charmaine
chen wei
couz yee teng
Currina
debbie
deline
dinah
elvis
GERMS
ginny
han tiong
jaclyn
jamie rea
jessica
kai ngee
kiara
kin yew
nicholas lee
nigel
noozlie
roshilah
sann
sarah
Seng kang
sharon
suhailah
thiam chye
w- pretty wan cheng
yong cai
yu jin
zhi qiang
zhi xiang
zhu wen
!credits

i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn