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August 19, 2010

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happy birthday, love.

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Back to Bimbo

SUPSUP DOODS Truthfully guys, I don't even know if the title makes any sense. Last night I suddenly remembered about this 'bimbo cheer' we did when we were camping HAHAHAH credits to Umar for helping me remember the cheer! *You have to sing it in a really Bimbo-esque manner* Oh My God, I think I need a manicure, The sun, I swear, is bleaching out my golden hair. Red, blue, yellow, green What's the colour of my team? I don't know, I don't care, I just wanna do my hair. 21, 34, I don't even know the score, Go, Go, Fight, Fight, as long as I look alright! Bimbo, I'm a Bimbo, I'm A B-to the E to the, OOOOHHH nevermind! Hey, if I'm nice, I might even sing it to you! or I might not! Ramadhan's been great so far, school and everything else is combined well. I just really need to put my head in the celebration this year. And side projects! not being stereotypical aight! See you soon, x

emotional wreckage

I, for one will never stand up in front of a crowd to read out a speech. EVER. NEVER AGAIN. or maybe it's because of that time of the month. that would explain my sudden urge to just give a middle finger to everyone, really. not everyone, but you know. & to just burst up for no apparent reason. to sum up today: it's pretty much everything. when everything goes well, shit happens. well I'm wrong, LIFE happens. everything went well, I prepared a person to talk about, why I chose her and everything. When suddenly you realise you got the instructions all wrong. You actually had to describe that person. by heart. and although Robin Lim won CNN Hero of the Year, I didn't know her at all. I thought it was going to be easy to talk about it. WRONG. I choked up just by thinking. One thing I learnt during camp was it was okay to cry regardless who you are. It's a sign we're alive. So, I didn't mind tearing up. Because I know that I

if Brunei's Golden Age was during the reign of Sultan Bolkiah, and the Golden Age in British history was during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, my golden years was during 05' - 07'. 5 years ran along without tagging goodbye. 5 years left 5 friends wondering what life was offering. 5 friends thought it was to last forever. soon, pieces of the puzzle started to come off. bits by bits, it was starting to tear the picture apart. 2 left, and 3 stayed. the 3 talked as much, but not as close. 3 graduated and met the one who left. she dug up pieces of the past as years were passing by, the past was catching up. how funny it must feel. the memories of 5 years ago started to fade with only few remaining in the mind. gathering the memories was a hard task. as the pieces were soon reconnected, it started to hurt and scar the heart. yet, a few pieces were still missing being carried by the other friend who left. soon on, each one of the friends realized they would give everything to go

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