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.Monday, April 10, 2006 ' 3:19 AM Y
making memories


my pet!

with you



.Saturday, April 08, 2006 ' 11:09 AM Y
making memories

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
How Boyish or Girlish Are You?


This is totally NOT true kays? Trust me..

with you



.Tuesday, April 04, 2006 ' 2:12 AM Y
making memories

HOLY COW!! My fears came true. And boy, it wasn't really that... err.. alright, i'm at a total lost of words. The only thing I can say is OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! I had my fears for quite sometime after I read the letter secretly by accident. And I did not realise that those fears would be confirmed today!! oh dear!! How I wished I had never read that entry. What should I do now? I wanted to talk to someone about it, but who can I ever talk to? I know you would despise hate me for poking into your stuffs and I should have let those fears remain as it is - FEARS. I should never have done anything about it. Now, I'm stuck inbetween with no solutions at hand and nobody as a listening ear. I'm totally alone. I hope by keeping quiet about this, you would settle it the best way you can. And if you ever read this post, which i know would never happen, I hope you won't get hurt. You know I'll be there for you although I don't show it.

I'm sorry for peeping poking into your stuff. And I totally regret it.

with you







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just a girl

Jamie. 20 yo
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just grad from Ngee Ann Poly, BEM
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loves

//likes//
`choco
`comics
`animes
`currently super crazy about Gackt ^^ `chatting
`my phone
`comp
`playing games
`my room
`my laptop
`my mp3
`music
`dancing
`blue colour


hatred

//dislike//
`liars
`idoits
`betrayals
`bastards
`bitches
`following instruction
`rules
`failures
`school
`homework
`test
`broken promises
`exams
`snobs
`being told what to do

wishes

//hopes//
`a new bag
`clothings (there's never enough)
`heels
`platforms
`sandals
`watch
`go on a holiday oversea
`lip gloss
`lip balm
`vcds^^
too lazy to type more.




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