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THISISME

Samantha Branson.
sweet sixteen.
born on 23rd JAN`91
very mixed; EURASIAN.

CHIJ Sec (Toa payoh)
FOURthree'07.
1/1'04. 2one'05. 3/3 '06

CAPper'06
ARTelectivePROGRAMME
CHESS;president
IJ student council (:


Christus Laudatur Voce Choir
;SOPRANO2

Church of the RISEN CHRIST

starshine,
sparkles
moondust

& rainbows.


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(I LOVE) Y-O-U.


She's all about;

*Princesses & unicorns.
*Being bubbly.
*Keeping a written diary.

♥You're a carousel,
you're a wishing well;
You, baby


hits

HEARTHISPLEASE
Monday, January 15, 2007

;dont scream till i cant hear you.

today's normal.

got a little annoyed today.

you la, darling (:

anyways.

caught someone today!
And we didnt plan to even.


amazing.


wah.
it's freeeeezing now.

MMHMM.

Hapyy unbirthday to everyone!
HAHA,
oh.
i've recently reached the conclusion that Alice in Wonderland is a rather freaaaky disney movie.
the cheshire cat is eeee. scary.

and ah. i cant believe i spelt accomModation wrongly!


anyways! more on the weekend (:

High Tea at Goodwood Park Hotel.
Heidi's one month baby shower!

and Far East! shopping!

ahhhh.
the nice dress!
edwin knows!
and sean!
and amanda.
HAHAHA.

and let's see who else i'll tell.
i tell people stuff when i'm bored.
so when i start talking to you bout smth random like say my first trip to the zoo, then hey! i'm bored.

three free periods in a row.
wrote a letter for like two periods.

OOOH, it's a good one.
like a good one.
i wrote so nicely la, my hand almost died. oh wait, actually. it did.

it's as good as a blog post.
it's about.
i-dont-care-if-you've-been-waiting-at-the-same-spot-for-fifteen-minutes-i'm-walking-a-few metres-in-front-of-you-and-conveniently-stealing-your-cab-cos-i-want-a-cab-and-i-want-it-now-! people.
like HELLO. Courtesy much?

AH. so annoying.
MAJORLY.

and i guess writing letters is a way of talking to myself cum reflecting.
HO YEAH.


well.
thanks to the dreary cold weather which neighbour LIKES, my fingers're FROZEN.

gotta stoooop typing now.

oh wait. my diet isnt working.
parents and friends're making it hard !

mmhmm.
anyways.
okay, i'm not THAT fat la.
wahhh, my abs're damn hard today! after MOS.
haha, right amanda ! (((:
teehee.

ah. i realised.
if i join the Arena.
SHUCKS!
i'd be shooting down the opponent.
strong-willed?
not easily swayed?
cos i think i'm always right?
HAHA,
GOD KNOWS.

like HELLOOO.
Mother Teresa was so not self centred.
and i shouldnt have to prove that.

and if mother teresa's one person, (she is btw, albeit she's passed on)
you cant say EVERYONE'S SELF-CENTRED.
cos that's just like you honey.

nah, not sweet.
stupid.


OOHHH, bitchy.


since we're on the topic.
no one should ever make you feel inferior without your permission.
and just cos many people have a particular opinion, it doesnt mean it's true.
more so if there's one person out there who KNOWS it isnt true.
hey, the opinions of others ain't gonna change what actually is.
not now, not ever.
so long as i live.

SO THERE.
go figure.





it's one of those days.

i like like like this poem (:

she's stealing;
in the silence of the day
she skips between every orange sunray

claiming what isn’t hers.

The purple underbellies of the watching clouds played witness;
They let her.

They let her kiss their puddles of rainwater,
As she flirted to gain the rainbow’s trust.

The gentle raindrops ignored her quickened pace.
As she stole.

As she stole with such stealth.
The wind himself could not catch her.

The crashing waves covered her trail.
The blemishes in the turquoise tide, ignorant of her presence

The soft summer breeze let her slip past.
Even as the branches of trees stretched their hands to catch her,
The leaves whispered words of encouragement to her.

She’s stealing;
In the tranquil of the night.
She skips between every gossamer moonbeam.

She tears apart the night sky,
Seeking to claim what isn’t hers.

Yet the silver moonlight lets her go on.
The tears of the sky catch but a glimpse of her.

She took what isn’t hers.
And there’s no one to stop her.
she's stealing;
she’s already stolen my smile.



RSVP by tmr please! SMS me.
edwin!-it'd be LOVELY if you collaborated ((((:
i dont like coooold weather. so dismal! and saddening. HURR !


random: higher life forms to lower life forms. OMG. sji to ij.
ahhhh mr tan.

sprinkled in glitter.
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