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? flying high .
that silly lady.

joyce.
fireworks are love.
sparklers light up the darkness admist the darkness.

i'll run away from reality.



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? letting go .
set them free.

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rachel.
sarah.
amanda.
june.
celine.
wanling.
cheryl.

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
{ freed on 11:42 PM

was hesitating to blog but oh well, finally decided to. last two days were pretty much spent at chalet except that i didn't stay over. sigh. parents are always a trouble when it come to chalet. sometimes i really hate times like that. =(

ytd night was BBQ night. my favourite! pretty much the same i guess, except for that crazy chalet that was making quite a bit of noise and attracting attention. they were underage girls and looking at how they dressed, i reckon that bra straps and speg tops were their favourites apparently. anyway, this two girls made themselves "famous" with their shouting. i was like WADDAHELL. damn. what a nuisance. " I'M NOT DRUNK! STOP PULLING ME! " like wadever alright. serve you girls right. drink that bottle of voldka like drinking water. and apparently, one of the girls(the two who were drunk) was screaming and shouting cos she lost her phone. i saw her threw up and BOOM! that was the end of her. i saw her leaning on her guy's ( i think so) shoulder. i think that's really crazy. they were so freaking irritating, was really getting on my nerves.

returned the bike for those who went for night cycling cos they complained that their butts and legs were aching. lol. i seriously miss cycling. lol. miss those times when i was cycling with some guy from my estate. lol. anyway, as we were cycling through pasir ris park, the memories that i once wanted to keep inside me just came back. i didn't know why. sigh. =( sometimes, beaches are a bad place to go cos they rake up the past.

i saw a particular line on the television just now which struck me a lot.
memories are short-lived.
only photos last.
is this true?
i wonder.







- jjoycee.