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I don't believe in forever.
Because forever never ever lasts.
i said, your eyes are
the brightest of all the colours.
bernice, ♥
14 going 15. AHS 2F'11 3L'12. AHSRC.
Moustaches and Stripes are awesomez.
Laughter is something I can't live w/o seriously.
Fantasies have no limits. So sometimes, just sometimes, it's alright to dream.



i don't wanna,
ever love another.

"Give up on yourself, and you give up on the world." -Joshua, The World Ends With You

"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that is why it is called the present." -Master WuGui, Kung Fu Panda

What I want is to live in a fairy tale,
so that troubles can be wished away with a few words.


you'll always be my thunder,
so bring on the rain.

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your voice,
was the soundtrack of my summer.
Created: 18th July 2011.
Inspiration: Hot Summer English Acoustic - KPEC.
Designer: Emma.
2012.
Saturday, March 3, 2012 @ 6:03 PM


"Because I decided not to lose anything again."

Hello :3 How long has it been? :) A few months apparently.

Well it's 2012. And three months went pass in a flash. Something I didn't expect. Term 1 is almost over, and Term 2 is approaching. Which just means time is passing quickly like a mama. 15 this year, and can't act immature again. Better work hard for O Levels!

I quite like my new class. At first I disliked it. I hated the way everyone split out because of fear, intimidation. It just made me pissed. But really, everyone's fun. In their own way, in their own sense. Though bitches still lie around.

My grades are dropping like, PIUUUUUUU. Down the drain. I wanna get A1 for all. Target target target. I'll force myself to achieve it.

And now every Saturday I play basketball with CCA mates. Hey, it's fun yo. Sure it's tiring, but it actually feels quite good after running around the entire court. It's worth it.

Ciao yo. Till next time.