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Friday, May 9, 2008 @ 9:47 PM
NAPFA'S OVER! Gold of course :D Felt so good after that. Mag and Sng came over to study. AND i forgot to bring my key and auntie was with Josh at badminton. SO camped until dad dropped by. Mum tuitioned us til 10 plus. So hardworking right? Mag found today's test easy and sng hard. For me, i dont think i'll fail, but i won't do well. So Excited for the upcoming weeks. Mabeth, The Limlets Arrival and definitely and naturally the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE! Ah, i cant wait, but i must start saving lah. My Laptop's bluetooth is screwed, so dont expect pictures so soon.

Ashley's returning! not fogetting Auntie Melissa, Uncle Siah and Amos <3

Ashley!

That reminds me, i was 'talking' to her on the phone the other day:
Me: Hello Ashley
Ashley: Hello
Me: How old are you now?
No response
Her mum: coming to 3
Ashley: Com...ing to 3
Me: Ah so cute
Ashley: I'm taking aeroplane
Me: Wah
Ashley: When i was young, i had no hair, i was botak :D
So cute! Of course i couldn't make out what she was saying, her mum had to tell me. But Still.... isn't this something to be jealous about?
Definitely Daphne

Hello, I'm Daphne. Im 14 this year. It's a pretty contradicting age. Some of us are like angels, academic darlings,whatever you believe we are. Some of us are like ruined, or so you say. We're the unmanageable ones, the ones classifed as typical-teenagers (DUH), wash-ed up, yeah, whatever. For me, i think its called the teenage angst. I dont see how people survive without sarcasm, or shopping for that matter. And how do they survive with chinese anyways. I mean, whats wrong with english, at least its understandable. I study in SNGS. A perfectly BITCHY, but UNITED(when we're against anyone but ourselves) school. I'm a netballer, which in my opinion, is the LOVELIEST thing ever. I mean theres this aura? of coolness and hotness around the SNGS netballers, especially the now B'DIV ones. I adore my family, sorry, i mean my family's diversity and way of doing things. My sister is my best friend, when we dont quarrel. She knows all my secrets, even though she doesn't always keep them. Talk about trust. We argue over the smallest of things. E.g.Whos Better? How much an average person can survive on? Whos better, Mum or Dad? Cca hotness? Guys? Clothes? You name it, we've done it, and even got a free T-shirt :). So I'm a pretty complicated person and i wont say its good!
Talk, Talk

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