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Monday, January 29, 2007
>>> a monday like this


lecture still take pic... -_-''


we changed uniforms at the spur of the moment.. jaclyn was like " hey !! lets change uniform!!" and there we go !! jaclyn sure love spastic shots okay, transformation complete !! jac, audrey and i !! cam whore in toilet..i swear she loves my uniform..

such a hunk ain 't he ??


martin an i !! cutest guy and girl on earth !!
only this side of my face can make it i swear


after a day of feeling like A CHIJ girl, i feel extraodinarily feminine. however, i still get my occasional monday blues, in fact, i suffer from depression everyday. even as i close my eyes, tears are welling. at the back of my head, a scream is yelling, " why do you give up? " i answered it, " because he no longer care anymore.. a fat, warm drop of tear landed on my lap, like a grieved girl landing on the high rise floor, and blood squattered over the floor. GOSH ! I'M SUICIDAL.. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING....


super sad, so found hon ren and went eating. talked about our hectic schedule. talked about people. talked about documentaries. bought bubble tea and went to north point for a walk to ease my soul.

when we were at popular, we suddenly suggested to " get some business done" haha, in the end we are supposed to take a pictorial evidence of shitting. if we don't have it, we don't come out of the toilet as it's supposed to be some competition. fun la !! never done thius before with a friend??!! haha.. but in the end, even b4 we could do it, the automatic flush system activated itself and flushed our " cake" down. oh well, there goes all the fun.


without him, i wouldn't know what could i do to make my life more colourful, especially in school. hon ren best buddy. always.. =) he was always there when the skies were dark and the clouds were grey. always there when the wind blew hard. he is my emotional support. what would become of me if i hadn't had him?? =)
platonic friendships are simply the bests of all..


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!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...


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deline
dinah
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!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