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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


talk time




no, you tell me

Amanda, Caris, Chee Tong, Chin Wen, Elizabeth, Fang Ee, Freya, Georgia, Geraldine, Hakim, Isabella, Ivan, Jun Khiang, Katty, Leena, Loza, Mao Jie, Marissa, Melissa, Miao Ying, Nadiah, Patricia, Samantha, Sarah, Starnia, Teoh Guan, Wei Lin, Yi Zhen, Yu Ling

pastimes (literally)

03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006
04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006
05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006
06/01/2006 - 07/01/2006
07/01/2006 - 08/01/2006
08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006
10/01/2006 - 11/01/2006
11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006
12/01/2006 - 01/01/2007
01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007
02/01/2007 - 03/01/2007
03/01/2007 - 04/01/2007
04/01/2007 - 05/01/2007
05/01/2007 - 06/01/2007
06/01/2007 - 07/01/2007
07/01/2007 - 08/01/2007
08/01/2007 - 09/01/2007
09/01/2007 - 10/01/2007
10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007
12/01/2007 - 01/01/2008
04/01/2008 - 05/01/2008
09/01/2008 - 10/01/2008


credits

the picture was found on friendster. waw.



Wednesday, April 12, 2006


i'm not really supposed to be doing this now, but anyway.

today was really freaky. brenda and i were taking pictures for the award thing and we were kneeling and sitting on the floor.

(note: if you are a guy, PLEASE LEAVE.)

after taking pictures, the awardees sat really close to us. then i had to stand up to give the camera back to mr yeo. brenda told me that the guys were whispering 'blood, blood,' and they were pointing at the spot i was sitting.

OKAY. IF YOU'RE A GUY, LEAVE NOW.

and when i got back, the guys all scooched over away from me. more like, AWAY FROM THE BLOOD. and brenda was staring at me. then she told me that it was leaking. i was all 'OHMYGOOODDDDDDDD' please. it was so embarrassing! we were whispering and whispering and whispering.

i saw blood on brenda's shoe and knee. and she was like 'eeeww patricia!'

then i saw it.

THERE WAS A FRIGGIN CUT ON HER KNEE.
she like, scared me half to death. i was DYING of embarrassment.

okay. anyway. good thing it wasn't me.

yay (:

"I'll be just fine, pretending i'm not, i'm far from lonely and it's all that i've got."


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