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Sunday, August 14, 2005


SOCCER GIRLS LEAGUE

tjc vs nyjc 2-2 Draw
tjc vs njc 3-0 Win
tjc vs srjc 0-0 Draw
tjc vs sajc 0-4 Lose
tjc vs hci 1-0 Win
tjc vs vjc 17August Farrer Park

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Saturday, August 13, 2005


hi to all who stumble onto my blog.
its an honour to be stumbled upon but i hope that none of you hurt yourself.
walk slowly k.
ankles are so fragile.
ice it if ur ankles feel funny.

HCI match tmr.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005


i'm afraid of death.

i'm afraid of the losing you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and you.

actually i don't know so many people, but you get the idea.

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Saturday, August 06, 2005


i'm not nice.
i will/have a tendency to hurt animals and little things.
i like pretty faces better than ugly ones.

please stop telling me i'm nice cos i'm not worth it and i feel bad. why do i feel bad receiving the compliment? nice does not go with qianwen. i'm also not very funny.

but i'm a very blessed girl.
contented with how well things are going on right now.

Biyi and nat tells me exciting albeit absurd happenings that takes place in their secondary school. it makes me wonder about the little excitement there is in my own sec school. there's nothing much i can say about my sch that will make them drop their jaw. or maybe it's just me and my virtually non-existent memory.

the four years was enjoyable, but basically a boring one.

i'm quite sure that i would have lived better in an all girls' school. its like so fun. thats what i imagine la. when i asked my girls' school friends what are the differences between a single sex and a co-ed school, all of them tell me, "we dont need to change in the toilet" and that's about it. i still think that it'll be more fun.

and another thing is that i like to touch people. not touch in the touch kind of touch. but just contact. when i talk to people i like to touch their hands to know that they are listening. i like to hook my arm through my friends'. i like to sling my arm over their shoulders. i like to have that kind of contact. i remember unconsciously placing my hand on poh long's knee when talking to him. his disturbed face was hilarious.

People are not categorized into boys and girls immediately when i meet them. they're all the same to me. Other than people i like i dont really take note of what they are.





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