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"I believe things happen for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually start to trust no one but yourself, & sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

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  • Roll the credits
    Layout: Yours Truly.
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    Thursday, May 10, 2007 4:43 PM

    an unpolished jewel


    Queens Championship Photos are finally up.
    photos from north carolina, and a lil of south carolina.

    wazzy and i on the plane.


    Day 1, on the bus to the hotel.


    the little bus/van/vehicle [or what ever you wanna call it] that was with us for 7 days.
    it's been so goood.
    very much love indeed.
    it shld be called smurf, since merv drove it!


    A very very bad trip for me,
    if i havent already stated.
    everything wasnt right from the start.
    my luggage failed to come until the 2nd night.

    and i broke the hotel sink,
    while washing my bowling ball.
    yes i know, there must be plenty of " what the hell were you thinking jasmine "


    smelly smelly bowling balls,
    another add to the bad trip,
    my bowling bag had some superly smelly stuff on it.
    so all three of it had to go for a bath.
    bubble bath for them,
    how lucky.


    the alley on the 2nd day.


    tim mack and his superly cute daughter Lana.


    isnt she just beautiful?


    jazzy, rens and i.
    waz and i looking like twins.
    oh it was jus for the fun of it.


    the view from our room window.


    South Carolina, Factory Outlet Store.
    it was like a little village of factory outlets.
    the place we call HEAVEN
    one day just wasn't enough.


    aunt rens and i.


    OH, RED LOBSTER.
    it was good.
    bams DONT DROOL.


    wazzy and i


    Victoria Secrets.
    the Store of the Trip. (:
    well loved.


    krispy kreme,
    breakfast on the last day.
    so goood.
    nothing beats pipping hot donuts from there.


    the pink building is where all the gays stay at!
    how cute!


    wazzy and i at north carolina airport


    wazzy and i at japan airport.
    yes hello japan again.
    you've been missed.


    the girls of the trip!
    the ones we saw 24/7 for 12 days straight!



    mani pedi with bams yesterday.
    red with flowers for her's.
    and french for me.
    please last.
    then dinner at jap place,
    yes, japan's been badly missed.

    for once, i didnt finish my foood.
    amazing but true.
    and 9pm felt like 2am for me.
    i totally blank out halfway, and the next thing i knew,
    i was home.
    i hate it when i dontknow what happens when my mind shuts down.

    thailand tmr.
    before that, school and a field trip to chinatown.
    why oh why, field trip on the day i have to leave.
    so yes it'll be a rush. 6pm at the airport!
    with tons of work to do.
    bams save me for the speech!
    you're good at such stuff!

    alright, i have to pack.
    with 0 mins to pack tmr, i cant possibly wait for tmr.
    or maybe i should just follow what bams' thinking of doing.
    just bring loads of money up,
    and just carry my passport.
    i hate packing. ):
    but i love travelling. (:
    so yes, i'll love packing too.