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Thursday, March 26, 2009
The MRT is my cradle now. Everytime my butt touches the seat, my eyelids get heavy. but that's part and parcel of my life now =).

Anyways, found this online. Heh heh. 'Sorry sorry' dance by the actual cherographers. It's a pity how we always can't see the complete one when they perform. The actual dance, if they actually do it, is whoo..



ahhh... how i wish i can spend my life dancing and getting paid big bucks for it. I would enjoy it so much and in the process, lose some kilos. These people better count their blessings for being able to do what they enjoy.

Julien..... where are you now??

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My sister experienced some things today in school which made me think hard. It's funny how unpredictable lives are. One minute you're there, one minute you're out. After hearing her story, i've got one thing to say...

i love you all..

8:46 PM




LOOKING AT THE RAINBOW
waiting for the next winter.
Me.