|The Dancing Loner|

Joanne
22nd feburary 1988
captive at SP DMC
when i'm in a bad mood, fuck off

|Cant Get Enough|

`Samuel and Kevin
`Adidas
`dance
`dogs
`crapping
`manicure
`dark chocolate
`ice-cream
`oreo cheesecake
`bananas
`soft toys

|Absent From Her Life|

*$2000 for taiwan trip*
* $3500 for Japan trip *
* slimming down n maintaining it *
* Endless clothes from Topshop, Zara, Mango etc *
* Nice bag *
* A little doggie (NO Jack Russells please) *
* A concert ticket to NEWS concert *
* 1TB Hard-drive *
*Ipod Touch*
*Yukata*
*Sony Vaio VGN-FJ78GP/B*

|Dance Tune|

|The Important|

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(",) Sakae Wheelock
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ruiping
chuyun
huji
xueli
kia fang
wheehong
jian guo
gabriel

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(",) BPGHS
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pameela
siimynn
sara
ally
lynnie
grace
liling
audrey
zaki
leo

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(",) SP DMC 05
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regina
weijie
jonathan
zhili
kaymiang
nicole
carolyn
ifah
shaun
weheartshaun

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(",) SP DMC 05 (LJs)
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zhili
nicole
kmiang
nad
regina
weijie
weheartshaun

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(",) SP DMC Jrs
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mervyn
dominic aka weipin
mizah
mahirah

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(",) ADP 6K'ers
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carina
connie
debbie
eric
eugene

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(",) Uncle Vincent's
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aidi
val
mindi
marine
maisie
nikky

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(",) Mediacorp
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row
samantha
nat
pinghui

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(",) Others
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ng
jinwen
gaddafy
tze shweng
huida
hweeting
rubez
poh ying
ryu
eastyle wretch
eastyle yahoo
ahdi
energy
zhi yong

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(",) Redirecting
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hotmail
gmail
yahoo
facebook
youtube
friendster
hi5
singapore polytechnic

|Forgottened|

January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
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
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
December 2009
February 2010
August 2010

I was just flipping through my old, old diary which I kept when I was 11. Seriously speaking, there was no point in that diary. It was a whole lot of junk memories involving 50 cents chicken rice, nuggets, the everyday-must-have fake birdnest drink, quarrels and love. It was like turning back time and indulging myself into those wonderful memories when we were so innocent, we hardly knows what's hatred. Quarrels on that day, ends that day. By the next morning, we will be playing a fool like nothing has happened.

Gradually, we grew up. We started to get involved in bullying. There was a lot of tears, shoutings and complains. Yet, nobody has never said they do not want to be friends with another. Relationships then, was a wonder.

Young we might be, love starts coming into the scene. Mind you, not the friendship love or family love. The love between a boy and a girl. But then again, who understands love at such a young age? Then the new term comes in. "Puppy Love". Rumours started flying soon enough. V likes D, X and C likes each other, DJ likes G but G only likes DJ after DJ does not like G anymore, X and CR likes Z at the same time, H and L are very compatible. My class's girls are always linked to the guys of class G. It was a bond that we could not understand. Maybe because we were friends for so long. Maybe its the way God works.

The time for seperation soon came. Everybody have to go on their own way in life. Diaries were filled with little entries of love. Nobody cried on that day but we are know how upset each other was. Its just that nobody wants to be reminded of that cruel fact. Yet, as we seperated on our way home, tears rolled down our cheeks. The crying came, inevitably.

After that day, the writing stops.

Anyway, here's a result of my English test. I'm not that bad afterall. *wink*