Cheng Yunyuan, Bernadette;
01101991;
till death do us part.





Angeline | Dawei | Debbie | Elysia | Junyang | Lionel | Michelle | Peishing | Rabia | Siqi | Yanran | YongQiang |



April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010

rants.
i hate people who has no frigging sportsmanship.

andd to youu sucker,
i just wish i had a toothpick to scrape your face clean,
had a durian to stuff it up where your anal is, well, i know its quite close to the nose,
bear with me honey, theres more to come(:
if onlyy i had joined the women soccer to have known your face had become so tragic,
for god was ultimately fair, he was fair to you.
my heart felt sympathy to youu my friend, you have to live with that face of yours.
although i have no clue of how it feels, but i really do hope it gets better?
it was such a waste my friend didn't push you down from the chair to the ground where you belonged,
you just needed that concuss on your face.
you would have looked much better, in fact,
i'd say GORGEOUS(:
we'll try that once more wouldn't we?
yesss, definately.
i knoww you were very much jealous of how well we played,
but honey, you knoww its innate.
violence is not everything.
bossy, i knoww it all.
you've always wanted to be us,
everything you're not
you're trying , but not hard enough.
those orange soccer boots would get you nowhere.
you're just a nobody.
the inexorable truth remains.
come on, the friendship that you build with your classmates are crap.
those that our class build were just like your face, it remains forever(:

think i'm bitchy, think again(:

on a brighter note,
holidays are comingg!
((:
national day at least.
thats how desperate i am for a break.
i miss katong convent ):
national days reminded me of 6.30ams.
where we fall in in number three at the foyer.
those nostalgic memories.
where we sang our voices out as one, esp ncc, at the gallery.
national day songs never seemed too foolish for us to sing.
encore was inevitable(:
of course at the end of the day, our voices was hoarse.
our faces was filled with pure happiness.
thsoe were the days(:
i really wonder how the culture would be like in college.
a whole new thingg.
i hope its enjoyable at least.
i never found going school on national day celebrations a chore,
in fact, i look forward to it.
if only i felt the same this year.