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I've been neglecting my computer for quite some time now, and there's cobwebs and dust starting to grow on my keyboard. =.="

First- pics from my college's porm night- WHICH WAS QUITE BORING, I don't even know what to comment on it.



See,H.S sien until go knock her head on the pillar.













Uhh..this guy hor.. when he's outta college,he's a diffrent person = =






really a diffrent person= =




awwwww,both of them look so sweeeeett! even though they're taking this picture unwillingly, but- who knows?






Cam-hiao-ing


Sunnie macam photographer


AISEH-- SHUANG LOH!! XD



I think both of em look so fine together (>///<)

Sharon didn't come though. BUT I did have a pic with her and I in it :rf





SEE! I'm in PINK somemore!







And why the fuck no one shakes me up from mah snooze when everyone's happily taking pictures = 3 =GRRRR!!



EMO (= 3 =)


Anyway this post is gonna be less less less words, because I'm not in a supa mood.

Wonder how did everyone celebrated their chirstmas?

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl who belived in santa.

Each and every year she wished and hoped that santa would telepathicly hear her thoughts and grant her her wish.

And every year this little girl wished for something new.

When she was 3, she wished that she was born a princess
When she was 6, she wished that she could have every toy in the world
When she was 9, she wished that she could grow up faster
When she was 12,she wished that friends would stay together forever
When she was 15,she wished that love would be always around the corner
When she was 18,she wished that girls were born with a pretty face and brains

Never once did Santa heard her thoughts. Neither did he recieve her letters,emails or SMSes.
He didn't climb down the little girl's cottege's chimmany hole arriving in black dust laughing a merry "HO-HO-HO!"
Because if he did, the little girl would magicly conjur up an AK-47 pointing in his arsehole and scare the shit out of him thinking he's some burgalar.

Santa didn't hear the little girl at all.
But Time did. Time told her that if you want to be a princess and have every toy in the world, you will need to work for it
Time made her grew older, and showed her that friends never would stay with you forever
And she told her a secret. Love is always strolling around the corner with sex. True love isn't. Not many people are looking for it and even if you were,it's hard to find.
So Time gave the little girl some molecule brains. Along with age.

Even though Time changed the little girl,this little girl still belives in Santa. The man in red with a white beard and a big sack. Inside the sack are prezzies. And inside the prezzies are hope,chance,change,forgiveness,love,touched,and everything nice.

wtf?

Lastly.....

When someone makes a fucking assumption questioning what I'm doing without asking or knowing the truth. It just makes me feel---- FUCK YOU.
You're making the flames die little by little just by doing that.