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Nurul Imma Wong
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Tanjong Katong Secondary School [04-07]
Saint Andrews Junior College [08-09]
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    Wednesday, February 18, 2009

    after like a century, i finally met up with zhafir yesterday. omg. yea. i cant believe it myself. haha. after like 100000000 years of MIA. but i was so happie we actually met up. i tot it was gonna be awkward but i'm so glad it felt like the "old times". :)

    next friend pitstop: LINDA YEOH KENG MIN.
    this one MIA longer. call her, nv answer phone. omg. break friendship ar? HAHA. i still remember her stupid hand cross sign which meant break friendship! haha. i miss this stupid white chicken so much. i want a powerpuff reunion!! idiot buttercup! -_-"

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    i feel so tired. i seriously wanna let go of all my strength and energy and just lie flat on the ground for at least 5 mins or so. i just wanna forget everything and do a turbo recharge- if that is even possible. i'm so sick. sick of everything around me.

    the lyrics of the song below really describes my life right now. EVERY SINGLE ASPECT OF IT. lily allen sure got it right this time! i think every JC girl would want all this. but for me, I WANT IT REAL BADLY!!!



    The Fear- Lily Allen
    I want to be rich and I want lots of money
    I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
    I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
    I heard people die while they are trying to find them
    I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
    ‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
    I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
    I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
    [Chorus]
    I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
    I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
    When do you think it will all become clear?
    ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by
    The Fear
    Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
    It’s all about fast cars cussing each other
    But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
    and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic
    And I am a weapon of massive consumption
    and its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
    I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
    I’m on the right track yeah we're on to a winner
    [Chorus]
    [Bridge]Forget about guns and forget ammunition
    Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
    Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
    Now everything's cool as long as I’m getting thinner
    [Chorus]
    lurrve!


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