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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
10:28:00 pm
I had a very very very bad dream yesterday night.
Seriously, it even made ME cry.
Yes I know...




What is your father to you?
Does he annoy you, tease you, nag at you and give you your pocket money?
Well, mine does.
Everyday morning I'll see him and I'll go :" MORNING!" And he'll grin and tell me some interesting stories about his taxi adventures. Things like caucasians being even more stingy than singaporeans, what people can forget to bring with them and even about the kind of people that take his taxis. This routine has been going on since March, I think, and I've already taken it for granted.

The dream I had scared the hell out of me today and it made me treasure that bloke of a father more. True, he can be quite naggy at times but so what? He is my FATHER. Nobody will be able to replace him as a father. His snoring habits, his oh-so-familiar smell and of course, his generosity. Never once had I ever been placed in a situation when I have to ask for things from him. He buys me my favourite sweets, gives me money even when I didn't even open my mouth and sometimes even offers to fetch me to different new places.

This morning, when I woke up from my dream, my tears kept flowing as the thought of losing my dad kept haunting me. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, as my mind wandered. I wondered about my family without my dad, about doing things without my dad, about having fun without my dad.. about LIFE without my dad. Torturous. Plain torturous. My eyes fill up with tears and they flow down my face, staining my pillows and bolster that I was hugging so tightly. I tried to imagine living without my dad... but it made me cry even more. Silently, with a few sniffles here and there.

Then I went back to sleep. It was about 7 plus that time. Later that morning, the moment I saw my dad., it was as if a rush of relief surged through me. I was so happy that my dad was alive and well, that he was smiling and such. Greeted him good morning and honestly, I was so chatty to him that morning, it has to be scary. Seriously, the relief I felt made my day.

Even something so routine can touch me so much.




I love my dad.


LOUISA

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Hello! BOB, bouncyoddball for short, was created some time in 2007 when I was just a little secondary 1 kid. Of course, I still look like a kid, but I most certainly am not anymore!
I was born on the 6th of April 1994
and is under the sign ARIES
Arians may be known to be "fiery" but I think I'm more of the candle flame type of fire. It's not that easy to incur my wrath so please relax but if you somehow happen to do so, don't panic. Just give me time(:
I love my tight-knit family and my adorable friends,whether from my primary school, Rosyth School, or from Nan Chiau High School or from anywhere else.

It doesn't look good with all these information stuck in one paragraph right? Well, too bad :P

In 2010, she was in 4F'10 and is absolutely proud of it
because 4F was and still is one of the MOST UNITED class ever and I love my class<3

Anyway, just for your benefit, I love eggs ( any form of eggs except century egg) and fishballs and ROAST DUCK!
I hope I don't seem like a glutton to you because I HOPE I'm not but I just love food :D

To me, ballet is one of my biggest passion.I might not be awesome at it but at least I love it and that loving it is the most important as without oxygen to keep a flame going, it will just disappear.
Being a pianist is tiring and I know I still have to work harder but I adore it too. I'm also proud to have been a flautist from NCWO and I aspire to be more apt at it.


I hope that after reading this chunk of words, you'd at least know me a little better and understand my usual natterings a lot better. :D:D

HANKERINGS

FOR SCHOOL

In School :
Top ten in class
A1 for English ( Unfortunately an A2 in O's)
B for HigherChinese
At least 6A1s in O's :D

FOR MYSELF
Learn Gymnastics
Stop scratching
605 OUTING:D:D
2ndLALAS OUTING:D
New bag (:
Les Choristes Special Piano!!
Picoult:Nineteen Minutes
Watch My Sister's Keeper
That huge brown tofu
A new phone(:
handphone sock A camera

FOR DANCE & MUSIC
Be more flexible!!!
Right split
Left split
Centre split
SMOOTH double pirouette
90° front extension
90° back and side extension
A NICE grande jete
Consistency
More than 90°
POINTE shoes! :D
IntF ballet Distinction
Grade5 theory Distinction
Grade 5 ballet Distinction
Intermediate ballet Distinction!
Proper beats and brises

byebye
605'o6
2e'o8
AMELIA
ALICE
ALICIA
AZIZAH
ARFFAH
ANNQI
BRANDON
BRYAN
CARIE senior
CHERYL CHIA
CHERIE
CHINBEE
CHENGCE
CHON
DOREEN senior
DORISA
ELIZA
ESTHER KOH
GERALDINE senior
FELICIA
GRACE(ballet)
GRIZEL
JASMINE
JUNWEI
JIANING
JETAIME
JESSLYN
JEAN
JORINDA
JOYCE senior
LIXUAN
KENGTENG
LYNETTE senior
LILING
LOUISALEOW
MANTING senior
MELISSA senior
MENGZIE
MELISSA
MR SIVA
POHYIH senior
PEISI senior
PIGGIE
PRISCILLIA
RACHELLE
RACHEL
ROSE
ROYSTON
SHUWEI
SIHUI
SANDY
SINYI
SHARLENE
TIANCONG
TRICIA
VICTORIA
VERNA
WEITONG
WINGYIU
XIUWEI
XINHUI
XIUZHEN
YINGYING senior
YOKELING
YINGMEI
ZHENXUAN
ZHIYU

Yadda Yadda

the past
♥ June 2007
♥ July 2007
♥ August 2007
♥ September 2007
♥ October 2007
♥ November 2007
♥ December 2007
♥ January 2008
♥ February 2008
♥ March 2008
♥ April 2008
♥ May 2008
♥ June 2008
♥ July 2008
♥ August 2008
♥ September 2008
♥ October 2008
♥ November 2008
♥ December 2008
♥ January 2009
♥ February 2009
♥ March 2009
♥ April 2009
♥ May 2009
♥ June 2009
♥ July 2009
♥ August 2009
♥ September 2009
♥ November 2010
♥ January 2011
♥ February 2011
♥ March 2011
♥ September 2011
♥ October 2011

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