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Friday, March 09, 2007
>>> farah's last day





went to school late today, for the fear i had to go to serimbun camp by force. first thing i met up with the new 128 class people. cool. they were so nice. then went around with ginny and farah, opening of farah's present, she was so touched she cried. her goong soundtrack, a optician mug, a doraemon pencil. :) good luck in optometry girl!


get to kai heng and meddling around with the mini guitar model. just look at how 'rock' the cat has become after being touched up on its fur. boys, *shakes head*


then we waited so long for hr to finish his english essay. before we go to town to collect ginny's handphone. yay !! so fun !! but in the meantime, we went to mc donalds with cynthia and kaiheng to play poker. :) so fun.

in wisma, chat, played with playstation in the sony's showroom, PSP, after half an hour or so, finally it was ginny's turn ! woohoo ~~

rushed back to school only to find YJC'S jam and hop a failure. sad. poorthing.the place was merely an airconditioned big and dark room with a few pathetic groups of people forming circles dancing in their cliques with OGLs on stage having the time of their lives hopping around childishly throwing pices of shreded paper on top of each other , waving 2 or three lightsticks, thinking that it would liven up the atmosphere but it did not. i was so disappointed.

went to prata house. saw joel on the way. invited him there. i ate sardine murtabak and cheese prata. hr ate egg onion and plain. joel ate double egg and chocolate prata. hahas. cheap la ! better than casurina ! lol... kai hengt and cynthia came some time after. drank free soft drinks, played poker. winning $2.50 from joel and losing $2.40 to kai heng and kaiheng losing $1.50 to joel. me and hr still won 10 cents. haha!i had so much fun. so did hr. :) thank you.

{ go to hell } 9:58 AM

!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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chen wei
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Currina
debbie
deline
dinah
elvis
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ginny
han tiong
jaclyn
jamie rea
jessica
kai ngee
kiara
kin yew
nicholas lee
nigel
noozlie
roshilah
sann
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sharon
suhailah
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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