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

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Sunday, October 12, 2008

watched mama mia on fridayy.
andd it was good i suppose.
its just that i hate it when people in teh cinnema sings along.
like hello, i didn't go to hear you people sing.
so just shut up?
but i'd rate the movie 4/5.
nice songs, nice story line(:

had my belated birthday dinner with vick and jiajian at sushi tei.
caught up with each other.
we're going boating soon.
yayy.
andd we might be planning for a jet ski trip to batam.
how cool is that(:
hope it'll work out though.

my days in JJ are shortening.
sounds like i've got a terminal illness.
but heyy, i'd miss the place.
although new friends would be made in time to come.
but that doesn't mean i'd forget my old ones of course(;
i guess my life is taking a toll.
andd i'm slowly accepting changes.
but in any case, i'll enjoy every min of life as long as i'm in the college.
although i can't get along well with many.
probably its just staus quo.
i'm still disliking a few.
but as long as i've got my friends i could call best, its enough.
its quality, not quantity.


will you miss me when i'm gone?


11:41 PM