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8 July's my day.

50% Peranakan, 50% Cheena.
This 100% of me is made up of wonderful family and the loveliest friends, naive dreams, craziest jokes, countless unglamourous moments and definitely the liking for purple. Ultimate loves are ben& jerry's, pretty daisies, yummy eats, long bus-rides, juicy gossip and late nights out with the girlfriends(L). Mark my words, I'm gonna be a big thing some day.



Yakkity yakkity yak.
Tuesday, April 14

SYF was......... ................. (don't ask plz)
kay, fastforward to the happier parts so it won't hurt so much.

I'm loving my dancers, especially my greatest sec3 batch. You darlings are the best, the sweetest, the most wonderful/ fantabulous/awesome/ whatever-superlatives-I-can-come-up-with. Today probably wasn't the best day of our SYF experience, but I'm certain we'd never forget the best-est-est-est-est-est times we had in the process huh? (:

Thank you Auntie Angela and other mums of dancers (and Liling's sis) for making us look so gorgeous today, from monkey-butt-red blusher that looked brilliant on stage, to the most beautiful sparkly eye makeup that rebuilt the confidence taken away by our bare foreheads.
We looked the prettiest and we know it, thank you (:

Dear Siling, please don't get too upset or guilty, it wasn't very obvious, I swear. You were great cause you didn't wobble here and there; we still love you tons anyway :*

The pictures are done uploading but I doubt I can go through the pain of posting them. I'm crying now and I can't help it.

It wasn't that bad, but it was rathering disappointing. We're sorry dls, we're sorry we crafted that crestfallen look on your jovial face. We know we can't possibly go back to that stage once more to dance a better, we know we weren't at our best, we know we kindaf wasted your efforts to make the feather in our hair look so nice (and your chocomints), we're. ..... ... .sorry ):

I'd burn a hole in my brain to rewind back to the times we looked so lost at the WHOA-dance moves, to the times when our hair looked so siao-cha-bor-ishy after 2 complete runs at the bloody stuffy audi.
I shut my eyes so hard and wished that SYF would never be over.



Even the ton toro ramen didn't taste quite right today.

My gel-spammed bun and makeup's still intact, can't bear to remove them manz. They're kindaf the last things SYF left for us, remove= gone? Heck the probable pimple outbreak tomorrow.

Still pretty scrawny about today, sorry if I've yet to reply but thanks for asking. Thursday'd be rather screwed with Amaths, Emaths AND Physics test. Plus, release of SYF results. Double Quadraple knockout. Oh, joy.

Plan of the week: drink detergent on wednesday night, catch 17 again with my dear dancers on friday hurhurhur.