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Sunday, July 02, 2006 

england lost. brazil lost.
there's no reason for me to keep myself awake just to watch the matches at unearthly hours then. we'll see.

left for the 11am mass at ihm today but there was abit of time so we went to surin first.
swing! (: wind. joy.
gary & joel were there for the first half an hour at mass then they left so it was just us. went to DBS to get some things done. headed to the other park nearer my house.
and they say, the rest is history.
an addition to my collection of sweet memories

i have an effing bruise on my butt. here's what happened. i was somewhat suffering from a serious lack of sleep (5am to 830am) when i got home at about 130pm earlier. had lunch, tried to get some stuff done but i crawled onto my bed and fell asleep. right. syl's always lazy, always. dragged myself out of bed an hour later, heads for the toilet and whoooosh. stepped on some stupid cloth right outside the toilet door, slips and falls. happy youth day to me. clumsy nut.

butterflykisses*6:02 PM

t h e g i r L

x Lee Yu Juan Sylvia Colette
x 21st April 1988
x Immaculate Heart of Mary Church
x st nicks catholic junior college
x 1T12 (1st 3 months) 1T34 2T34
x interact students council interact

stains of the past*

we have a certain kind of love,
a very special kind.
one that is deep from our hearts,
but always on our minds.

f r i e n d s (:

CJC.
others.

stains of the past*

christmas '05
18th birthday
jade/huiying birthdays
ceejay 2006