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Friday, August 29, 2008
catcha breath. @ 11:14 PM

Oh-my-freakin;....
i have five mins to blog. rushing off to play pool.=)
anyway, yesterday was the teachers day celebration. and i din even know it was the aces day. *quote?*
had a scrumptous meal like *buffet*. winners!!~ 404 rawks.
omgoodness. this years was really a memorable one. Presents to every teacher especially ms rahayu / ms ang / mrs Ng. Was the best. extreme. and it was really ..... nice... to see their expression/ ms ang teared. Mrs Ng... flipped thru' every page with us followed with some really touching words.. that im sure touched the hearts of us. { freakin' im so sad now. }
guess what.. we are like leving in like less than two months time. well about there. okay. im really sad.
hmm... i've gotta go now. shall continue later. love suie.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.