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  • Roll the credits
    Layout: Yours Truly.
    Codings: Kary-yan/Missyan.
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    Friday, November 09, 2007 11:25 PM

    hello yellow man, standing cross the street

    jus had some "bonding" time with jay applying bactroban on own burnt/raw skin caused by the ice-skates today.

    team bonding today was wet and fun.
    the older ones knew how to skate, and the young ones, struggling but getting there.
    imagine, coach william skating. he does it all the time.
    so flipping glass to us was his past time today.


    most of us had one problem in common.
    skating fast, no prob.
    stopping, is the prob.
    so yes we skate, skate and skate, and our way to stop?
    slamming right into the railing/plastic thing.
    it's fun, and trust me, it doesnt hurt one bit.
    and i think the joy of ice skating is,
    falling (:

    photos? i hope soon.
    shall ask cherie for the group photo we took.


    i'm feeling terribly tired,
    being sick is horrible.
    you eat without tasting,
    you walk without knowning where you're going,
    jus like a zombie, but with a functioning heart.
    tonight, i was like a heat pack.
    so i was a hot zombie,
    well, to rephrase, a burning zombie with a terribly soundling whiny/stuffed voice.



    read the papers?

    a 12 year old phil committed suicide cos her family was too poor.
    for a girl her age to know that, and to not be able to take it,
    it's really sad.
    it's like we're on this part of the world, living in lalaland with everything we ever want,
    and we still want more.
    while they're over there, suffering and barely surviving everyday.
    i hate it, but it happens, and it's not gonna change unless rain changes into coin in the less fortunate part of the world.
    and what are the odds of that happening.

    for those who feel that they aren't blessed enough?
    you ought to be slapped.
    unless of cos, you're in the same state as them.
    but you're not.
    well not when you're able to read this entry.


    to lai and ty,
    i dontknow how i'd survive without you two.
    thanks for everything, we'll meet up soon alright?
    love.




    to bestie,
    hey dear, i miss talking to you!
    i'm glad i did just now, though for a little while.
    you're sleeping but i wanna tell you,
    you've been terribly missed by me!
    i cant wait for 22dec to come,
    thanks for always being there for me dear.
    luvya! (: