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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Today, we went to
All Saint's Home
to help out again,
clean the walls

Gosh, tiring man!
But, the sweet old lady
made us drinks again.

HAHA. How sweet right? :)

TIREDNESS

Oh ya,
Damn sad lah,
my Thai frens went back already.
one week of 'pissing people off'
was officially over today.

SADNESS.

Mortal cried,
Her Angel (me) cried,
eveyone cried.

But the fun part just before
they left,
Cherly KISSED Looktern!!!
WAAHAHAHAHA!!!!
WE SCREAMED!!!!

SHOCK.

And we got ourselves into a
police case of somesort,
so scary can.
This mad man carrying a picture of
his gf FOLLOWED us from
terminal 1 to 2.

Fear.

First everyone was at the gate
sending all of 'em off,
everyone cried
the best part?
I was crying BESIDE him!!

Nevermind.
we decided we were hungry,
so decided to go get some food.
We walked together,
talking laughing.
To stop us from crying further.
From my Elvish great senses (like real),
i could sense a someone following us,
i turned back.
Guess Who?!
It was that freaky guy.
I walk foward, told Andrea,
Than backwards told Adriena.

Gosh.

Frightened.

We brisk walked to the skytrain,
and rushed into the back of it,
to realise he was looking for us,
IN THE TRAIN!!!

As soon as the door opened,
we all sprinted out and went
into Mini Toons.
The boss asked why were we
so scared,
then, we told him the story.
he asked us to remain calm.
He glanced at the guy,
than,
that freak came over and screamed at
him:
"WHY U STARING AT ME?! STARE FOR
WHAT?! U NOT HAPPY CALL THE AIRPORT POLICE!
CALL NOW!! CALL NOW!!"
All at the top of his voice,
startled people walking and at Starbucks.
We faster called in the Security,
they took him away handcuffed.

And we thought some cute-looking
SWAT team leader's gonna come.
Haha, with the Mission Impossible music playing.

The police than took down the
fellowship's particulars (us lah.)
Than, ask for statemant.

scary.

All the emotions all gushed to us,
like the Tsunami.
Gosh tired.
Now i am mentally, physically and psychologically
drained.

toodles,
sam :)


12:06 AM



the writer

name: samantha gizella

age: 17 [90.02.08]

sex: femme

Enjoys
// staring at the tv // drawing // ballet // breakdancing // nihongo // jazz // w-inds. // history (those REALLY OLD ones) //waiting for my other half is as important as CHOCOLATES!!! //

Doesn't like
Just cockroaches and veggies

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mummy
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da jie
shermain jie

aunt
aunty adel.tan

seniors
rui xin

PONY CANYON
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andrea
pearls
jia min

My Mortal
my dear claud

friends
elmo
isa
lynnly
maureen
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