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A masquarade. Always.


Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Monday, September 10, 2007
jerine♥, 9:19 PM

it's little surprises like these that makes me feel loved.


ugh.....the blogger's whole format went wonky.
and i'm not bothered to do it all over so ya..
bear with it.

adriene and emily did the sweetest thing :)
maybe even literally...
they made cupcakes!
haha...i was pleasantly surprised - it turned out really pretty :)
i feel loved :)

looks like play dough doesn't it?
it's so pink! loves :)
oh...and i like how my nails look in this picture :p
thanks a whole lot lovelies!
yum :)

anyways...this reminds me of a really sweet dream that i had.
i, unlike gisella, happen to have sweet dreams occasionally. - as compared to her GORY ones.
so yes..i dreamt that i got presented with a bouquet of flowers from some anonymous person :)
sweet :)
yes yes...i'm just dreaming alrights?
longing for this day to come when god decides to send mr mysterious my way and have him present me with flowers - through someone else.
so that he remains anonymous right? :)

some day my prince will come..

oh oh! and i have NATURAL streaks in my hair!
major coolness!
and i don't even dye my hair :)
the nut i have at home noticed and took a picture of it.
but she went camera madness and started snapping away.
WHILE I WAS TRYING TO STUDY STUDYING.

my natural streaks!
i never knew i had streaks.
coolness:)
no wonder lao shi said i highlighted my hair.
one harmless picture taken my her soon led to these (and a lot more) :




haha i think i can make a profession out of stoning.

AGAIN.
finally studying and she still wouldn't leave me alone.
hahaha.
it's no wonder why i'm going to fail =/
(on her TSD costume)
gisella:do you have suspenders to lend me?
me: DO I LOOK LIKE I OWN SUSPENDERS?!
gisella: i'm desperate!
me: the next thing you're gonna ask me is if i own a snow white costume.
me: ask tan chee boon if he has suspenders...he probably does considering his 1960s fashion boo boo.
gisella: he doesn't have one!
me: YOU ASKED?!


(on answers to a math question)
mrs foong: i've already put the food in your mouth! now just chew and swallow! what more do you want me to do?
me: chew for him then spit it into his mouth.
(5 seconds of silence later)
mrs foong: yuck! even i find it disgusting.
jie wei: mrs foong! i'm choking! how?!
mrs foong: STARVE.




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