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Hello, i'm Alicia. Weenee calls me niaoniao. An ordinary teen that craves for what an ordinary teen wants and does whatever an ordinary teen do.

Screams

1, 2, 3
AHHHHHHHH!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I'm embarking on a new journey,
one that makes me feel better,
one that makes me a better person.
















Recently:
1) Went to smelly's house
2) Ate speg that her maid cooked
3) Painted and erased nail polish
4) Gossip sessions
5) Thought about our future
6) Tuition sessions
7) Homework-ing
8) Outings
9) Made S.B.R.C. shirt
10) Talked to an old friend

I've always been thinking, thinking about what we're going to be like after o levels, everyone going seperate ways doing their own stuff, picking up new interest. I want to dream of a heart warming scene, when everyone's got married and have their children. How cool is that. And maybe then we'll catch up about all the ups and downs they had with their other half. Bitching about their children's puppy loves. Hopefully, when our hair is white, we still could go shopping together like how i saw those grannies in the shopping malls. But in the end, their just dreams and wishes. We'll never know what's in stored for us, will we?