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I love The Vampire Diaries, Pretty Little Liars, Skins, One Tree Hill, The O.C., Grey's Anatomy and Prison Break.
Cesc Fabregas is my all-time favourite player.
I love quotes, watching movies and photography.
I love MUSIC.
Arsenal is my everything.
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Once a Gunner, always a Gunner,
Victoria Concordia Crescit,


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Wednesday, November 11, 2009 ; 6:07 AM Y

I love Push Play. <3

Okay, Kiru's post-beeday party was great..yea, I had fun. But some things were also brought to light as I talked to the others. Let's jus not go there.

Anyway, the Shakti jus left. Okay, about the previous post, I really don't agree about the seductive/flirtatious part. But yea..we had fun (: We youtube-ed A LOT..and talked A LOT. It's fun to catch up with friends especially since we're in different schools. Hmmm..tell me about how hard it is to keep in touch with a close friend from another school. I know all about it.

On the other hand, OPs are finally over. It was fine..I guess (: At least the audience were all my classmates..so that wasn't as pressurising. On the brighter note, I don't have to bother about PW for the rest of life. Yayness.
Thank you Sexy Spartans. PW was fun with you guys :D

So I finally wrote my long-awaited letters to Sarah and May. And I put in a lot of effort into it..honestly. And went to the Gym to give them their respective letters..and glad they liked it (: Anyway, I owe them for everything. I wouldn't have made it through numerous without them. Thanks loads piggos (:
J1 has ended..and it has been so quick indeed. Now...J2 and the big A's. Ooh..tell me about it. It is traumatising enough to witness your seniors walk into the school..with their super thick files, mugging for their big A's this year..and next year, it will be my turn. Scary. I jus wanna make it through..and do well for it. Haixx.
It seems like O's jus ended..and SMSS Graduation Day is still clearly imprinted in my mind. And it is scary that in 1 year (or less than 1 year), I am gonna be attending AC's Senior's Night. Time flies man.

That leads me to ponder about the future. I remember discussing about the future my CCA friends a few days ago. We talked about a lot of stuff regarding the future..and it is kinda scary that you have to competing against the world for survival..and it is jus a matter of time before I will be one of those fighting for survival in this crazy world. In a way, it is kinda fun to grow up. I mean, you will be allowed a lot of things that you are prohibited to do now. And you will meet more people..some not particularly nice. But I guess, everything has its own pros and cons.

And it also made me wonder where my friends and I would be five years from now. I mean..will we still keep in touch with one another or would we have drifted apart? Someone once told me that you have to loose some friends in order to gain others..but I sincerely hope that I don't loose any (more) of my friends.

Okay, i guess thats enough for pondering. I gotta go now. Watching Gossip Girl. And I'm thinking of starting on a new drama series called Glee! And May watched the preview of Vampire Diairies..and she liked it (: Told you I have good taste! (:

Two years ago, you wrote a letter in my notebook. I remember it so clearly..I was staying back to finish my homework and you were waiting for your Mum to fetch you home. And you were sick and you kept coughing..and you were doodling on my notebook and wrote this beautiful letter in my notebook. And I was making a joke when I said I'd tear it off after you'd finished writing the letter..and you told me not to. And you wrote in my notebook...'Five years from now you might be wondering who is this weirdo who wrote this letter.' And you wrote about how much you treasured our friendship. And everytime I read that letter..it made me feel like our friendship was something so special and tangible. But you proved me wrong. I'm guessing..If I had ever written such a note to you in your notebook, you would have torn off the page a long time ago. What happened to us?! What happened to messaging at odd timings about tennis matches..about argueing whether Nadal was better or Federer was better..about justifying our varying tastes in celebrities..about dedicating 'Hey there Delailah' at Muttons at Midnight and getting angry because they didn't read the dedication...about singing high-pitched songs and laughing at ourselves..about messaging song lyrics to one another...about watching The Ring and freaking the shit out of us...about going on a marathon to see who could stay up later..about staying back until you left for tuition..about studying together for O-levels..about everything?! Do you even have our friendship band?! Or do you still have the friendship ring I gave you before we watched Pirates of the Carribean?! Or do you have the wallet which had the same design as my wallet?! I won't be too surprised if you said 'No.' But jus wanna tell you something..I'd never ever tear off that letter you wrote in my notebook..because whenever I read it..it reminds about the past...when we were such close friends and shared all our crazy secrets with one another. It reminds me of the version of you I used to know before everything that happened this year happened. And also because the letter gives me hope that one day, we could perhaps go back to the way things were back then. You once told me that you liked confiding your problems in me because I always said whatever you wanted to hear from someone when you were hurt. Has that changed now?! If only you would wake up and realise how badly you screw up things at times. The light is there..it's your choice if you wanna follow it.
I really do miss the real you, Stupid Woman.

Victoria Concordia Crescit,


Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

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