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    • Shien.


    Yeeshien, 17.

    Attached to my sexy 唐定杰.

    Music.





    Monday, March 16, 2009 - 8:29 PM
    Hot and Cold.


    It's holidays now. But just don't seems like holidays. Went to school at 10 plus for remedial. Then, went home after that. Till Jeslyn's call, asking to meet at Causeway Point. So, i went to meet Jeslyn and Weihao. Kenneth and Jialin joined us. Slacked around till 7 plus and home.

    It's my life. If you want to view my blog, just jolly well view and stfu. I need no comments on how I do things. I know what I'm doing. Don't judge me because no one love to be judge right? I don't find a need to explain my reasons for every decision/thing that i have done. As long, i don't find it a problem, that's it. Please, have some respect to people. It's feel nice to be respected, aint it? By the way, I'm not pointing finger at anyone, so chill. :D

    She cry cry cries in her lonely heart thinking. If there's nothing missing in my life. Then why do these tears come at night. Lost in an image, in a dream. But there's no one there to wake her up.