Simplicity.

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Good Grace!!

I'm a girl who ONLY loves fun n joy.
hail to the world :D

pasir ris pri sch
hai sing catholic sch
meridian jc
singapore managment uni business

hearts talking.

alternative exits.

{Debbie}
{sharon}
{anita the gorgeous}
{Min Min}
{bernice}
{xiao yan}
{kee chen}
{kwok foong}
{lingmei}
{samantha chow}
{xuejuan}
{christine}
{christine-moo}
{pammy}
{meishan}
{cheryl pang}
{jia yi}
{benjamin ho}
{jia jun}
{lynn}
{cindy}
{Hansa}
{christy}
{aloysius}
{michelle}
{rachel}
{anita is a kuku}
{eadeline}
{yew tai}
{john tay}

my days, not yours.

May 2007
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July 2007
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January 2008
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June 2008
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January 2009
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thank you.

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Sunday, August 5, 2007

GOH JIA WEN’s FANTASTIC,CREATIVE,INSPIRING PRODUCTION
[Randomness]
DEAR diary,

Hmm

Many times, you make me wonder

It’s not maroon five’s “makes me wonder”

But I just…can’t help, but wonder.

The things you do,

the things you say,

I see, and I feel deeply.

I wonder.

What am I to you?

Where do I stand in your heart?

And,

Just how much do I mean to you?

Cliché and old-fashioned?

I know.

I don’t expect you to understand.

But,

I hope you will, one day.

When that day’s gonna come,

I hope to know.

Many times,

I tell myself.

‘Stay strong

If things are gonna change,

Smile.

Cos’ you’ve done your best.’

And I let out a silent tear.

How much you mean to me,

Do you know?

How much I mean to you,

I hope to know.

I dare not count the days

Cos’ I know I’ll be missing you even more.

Again,

You don’t know how this feels.

But,

I hope that you will, one day.

♥ 12:12 AM