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My name is Munling. You dont know one lah!

My name is Germaine. I love my friends, esp wanling.

My name is Wanling. I looooooooooooooooove to disturb everyone. Watch out.

My name is Ruimin. I'm in Hongkong.

My name is Limin. I'm darn busy, don't call me unless your sidang.

My name is Christabel. I'm always hungry.hehe

My name is Jingwen. LOL!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
WANLING'S

hello girls i know i've been missing in action for a long long time
what i've been through this period was both heaven and hell
it was a mixed feeling

trainingsmisunderstandingscryingtrainingslaughtercrazyclimbingpumpfestponclassattitudemorecryingstrainingsaloneawkwardfeelings

i donno at all
i wonder why im still alive
i asked for strength
and i got these
i wonder how i survive to be able to type this

okaye anyway
pumpfest is over
im now an intermediate climber!
though i felt i could have done better
i got 5th

the hell part
i just dont feel like talking about it
because i've cried enough over it
i dread tomorrow
i dread going to class, seeing my friends
right now i feel like crying alr

i donno what im typing
i'll just go to class and talk to myself
they dont understand
neither do i
i'll just talk to myself now, talk to my climbing friends, talk to the wall, talk to my notes
i'll write a letter pass it to my friends tomorrow
if they still dont understand
i'll just talk more to my notes and my wall and the rockers
thats it
this is my life
i love my life
i dont want tomorrow to come

i dont need anyone to ask me what happened
i dont need anyone to tell me everything will be okaye because i know it wont be
i just need someone to tell me he/she will be there

now, i will turn into a full time mugger and climber
i dont want to care anymore