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Chanelle
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My name is Chanelle. (: I eat , sleep and i rot alot. Dance is my passion and i always believe that happiness is the most important thing in my life.

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Confessions of MY BROKEN HEART.I MISS YOU GIRL.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007





















hello..very moody today.just went to 'her' blog. i keep telling myself,dont miss her,forget her. but i just can't.i saw her at jurong point with her friend yesterday.but i didn't call her. i just sitted down looking at her from far. i really felt so miserable and i pretending to be fine in front of my friends. tears are flowing out now.lucky i'm ALONE. at home. i know there wont be a chance to get back with her again.maybe i'll forget her in due course. i promise not to go to her blog anymore if i could.whenever i think of her,my heart will just turn sore.i dont want to go back to my primary school as i would think of those moments with her and i would then think about her saying: those were just childish delights. when we had the fun-est of time and discovering that we had the same character and the way of expressioning ourselves.i'll miss her great poems,her her-ishness but i promise i wont bother her anymore.if i see her on the street,i'll look at her from afar although i wish to say hi.




i miss you,clara

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