|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
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February 2010
August 2010

I didn't expect to have such complicated feelings when we talked to an old, old friend... And old BEST friend, in fact.

The threesome of a friendship was really great at the peak of its days. We were young, insane, daring and just practically loyal to each other. It was the kind that you just end up seeing each other everyday, without knowing why. Hanging out just seems like the right thing to do. We were important to each other, we know. We stopped him from smoking and he never did, not in front of us, anyway. And he always knows that he should walk away when his mouth stank. I came to know later that he never let someone else stopped him from smoking again without getting pissed off. But back, you were never angry even if we confiscated your cigarettes at the few rare times they got exposed.

I always loved the platonic friendship between two girls and a guy. It was not as simple as I thought (to be found out just today) but that was how it is to me for these 2 years.

And then, outsiders, history and our own selfish feelings killed the simple relationship. It involved alot of backstabbing, tears, gossips and a serious of pain of heart. I do not want to think back to those days but even till now, I questioned myself on the decision I made so long ago. Was that the truth or did I really wronged him?

We didn't have any contact until today. Spontanity spurred us. It brought memories back in pails and buckets.

And now, I don't know what to think anymore. The old days will never be back. And I will miss it.