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Candy



Hellos. The girl here names herself as Candy! This candy was manufactured in S'pore, 16 years ago. Education is something she pursues and her dreams of that is to be realised at 20.10.08. Since 19.09.07 her love chapter began, she has been loving BB all these while, even if her heart was shaken by unwanted desires.


Zi Lian-ing


My Wishlist

- be with him officially
- be relieved of all the stress
- more money!
- 7 straight As
- know more people
- be more gentle
- go shopping and buy all I want!
- 2 laptops (1 HP, 1 Macbook Pro)
- handphones (N81, Nokia ExpressMusic, W960)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008;12:00 AM
Happy New Year !!
A new year has began for all the graduating classes. To say it in lay man's term, we need to CHIONG arhs! XDD 'O' levels are coming soon, real soon, and I doubt that anyone is prepared for it. Hahas!~ What an important event of my life, yet it's just a simple test in life - to step one step out of the world.

I bet many of you guys have not finished your homework. Hahas. I'm on your shoes. New year states a brand new start, but all our history lies on this day. Lols, what a joke man.

There is one thing I am feeling moody about. Where is Hubby today? Lols. I know he is in Malaysia but I sort of miss him so much and need him now with me. Never minds, I cannot be so selfish. Hubby, I miss you so much that anything I'm doing now never get right.

From my previous post, my new year resolution is to study hard for 'O'. But the truth is, I want to have self-discipline in myself first, before I do anything. Cos' I don't find myself ready for any challenges yet as I always slack. A real weakness in me that I need to change.

I know 2007 has been a very frustrating year to my parents, especially to my mom. She has to work for long hours and be a mother at the same time in the household. To my mom, I will do what you say; but not to my extremes that I cannot accept. I will control my mood swing. That's what Hubby always tell me, control it.

All my thoughts are with him. I think the root of my mood swing is him. He controls the swing. Perhaps, that's why sometimes I cry and sometimes I feel so hyper. Hmms, I need to tell him that liaos. I have identified Hubby as my Mr Right by the way. No one is going to replace him in my heart, unless it's us who decides to stay or leave.

TO ALL READERS - HAPPY NEW YEAR!


When Nature strikes, it kill us all.