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Thursday, June 08, 2006
see this tortoise! so CUTE right? i did this during my f&n lessons. HELLO i did this in my 4hr lesson when i was busy talking with ying ying and drawing this stuff using paint. then im soooo proud of my work that i made use of adobe found in that junk computer and added a stupid border! haha

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FINALLY! i've gotten back my report slip. Well, due to our dumb school's lousy lousy standard, my class and level position can maintain as normal. LOL hilarious. there's isn't much changes. As usual. ((: My father isn't impress with my results. ): very sad ARH!
POA lessons are driving me so nuts. mr lim said i talked nonsense. YES i did! wahaha.
and before f&n, yiting and i ate some funny cheesecake which is so yucky that we throw away half way. and i remembered so clearly that yiting tripped and almost fell. hahaha. yeah. then we seperated for f&n. and this is how my tortoise came about (:
* get well soon (((((:

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i stayed up nightsuntil the stars leave the skies.



reach my prismic soul.

Joey Wan
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VESPERIAN' i am.
i fly & shine with my mates
You'r on my heart just like a tattoo.
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