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this is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
Monday, June 22, 2009 @ 2:24 PM
dreams.

this morning woke up a bit later than usual.
cos last night at around 12am my bro found out that he hasnt done finish his english supp homework which required the use of the internet...
so i had to do it cos he is slow with the computer.
then thoday the dream damn... i dunno how to describe. cos i dreamt that i was like in my room minding my own business. then suddenly got screaming coming from the kitchen. so i walked out.
then i saw this 3 people. burglars they were. then i was like asking my father how they got in. then he say that the fron door was locked wad. haiz... it doesnt make sense. but anyway... dreams dont make sense sometimes. so at the moment they were trying to snatch my grandma's wallet away. then rite... got my uncle at home also. so he and my father paid the ransom. $10,200. stupid. then pay already rite... my uncle brought my grandma home. i was wondering why no one called the police.then again..it doesnt make sense. so they went to raid my room. my room nothing one lor. so i ust let them go in while i went to the gate. wow. there i saw the burglars' kids. they were aslo busy robbing other kids. but they were midgets. so they never rob me.heheez;)
then when i go back to my room, i was like wanting to scream.
cos my beloved piano was hacked into. then the strings inside some wwere removed.
wah lao. so the dream sort of turned into a nightmare. then i woke up.
stupid dream rite.
they burglars didnt even like tie us up or sth.

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ELAINE NG:
13, 2 November 1996
Commonwealth military Band, Flute.
loves green + grey, hates onions and _______onions,e.g.spring onions, and whatever that looks and tastes like onion-y sutffs,e.g. leek, although they are green too. boldunderlineitalicsstrikeout

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