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Profile Syida Starr, 221289 twitter/facebook/blogger if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? wait for me, Pictures cnblue Exits wAnI KeLiTa KeMmIeX aPpLe sYaFiQaH NanA jUsTiNgUiTaR Archives March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 May 2011 August 2011 September 2011 May 2012 September 2012 January 2013 February 2013 May 2013 June 2013 July 2013 September 2013 July 2015 August 2015 September 2015 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Wednesday, January 6, 2010 WooooHooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This Friday Im going to an interview with Farah, my cousin. Im pretty excited. No, Im not gonna tell you what job it is until i get the job. No, its not FnB, or sales or retail... It a totally new space. Nothing major though. Until then, Im trying to get into the "Get Healthy" mode. Yesterday, after 1 looong month, i finally took my bicycle out for a ride in the scorching afternoon sun. It felt soo good... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The past three days i've been waking up at 6am to send Daneal to school. The first two days we went by foot, today i sent and fetched him by bicycle. He seem soo eager to go to school by himself. I told mum to let him loose only by February. I remember the old times. When I sent Fiqa to PAP by bicycle. I was still in Primary school. I think it was P5. Cause I will wake up around afternoon, get her ready and send her to school. Then i go back home and send myself to school. That time we were staying at Tampines St 41. Loads of growing up memories there. Its sad that we can no longer drop by anymore. Until Fiqa was in P1, we were staying at Tampines, near East Spring Secondary. Me and Wani, on our bikes we would cut through traffics to Tampines North Primary to fetch her from school. We were on the morning session. She was in the afternoon. It was VERY tiring. After school me and Wani would go home, play a bit, did some homework, then rush down to fetch our lil sister from school. Most of the time Fiqa would be on my bike cause my bike is more convenient for her to sit on. Wani had a Mountain Bike if i still remember. Looking back now, we had lots of fun and things wasn't as complicated before. No, Im not complaining you see. I wouldn't change a thing if i could. Its just that when I look back at my past, Im glad what happened, happened. Cause, if it had NOT happened, wouldn't be who I am today. Back to Daneal. Honestly, I didn't quite sign up for the job of sending him to school. Mum was suppose to send him, but, as usual, shits happens and I got to help. Only when I reach the school, see all other small girls and boys in oversized uniforms, bags, white shoes, did I realize I miss this. Not school. But Primary school. The environment is a lot warm then secondary school or post-secondary school. The smell, the sight... Hmm... Very welcoming... You see them having their moment. I can't quite put the experience in to words. When you go to a secondary school, the student will give you 'what-are-you-doing-at-my-territory' kind of look. But when you go to primary schools they will give you the 'look-this-is-my-school!!' kind of look... So till Friday, I hope to bring home fabulous news. Everybody have an awesome week. syidazz looks forward to 'Just For Laugh Asia" *Shot entirely in SINGAPORE!!!!
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사랑해 한마디를 네가 내게 해주면 난 행복할거야
Profile Syida Starr, 221289 twitter/facebook/blogger if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? wait for me, Pictures cnblue Exits wAnI KeLiTa KeMmIeX aPpLe sYaFiQaH NanA jUsTiNgUiTaR Archives March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 May 2011 August 2011 September 2011 May 2012 September 2012 January 2013 February 2013 May 2013 June 2013 July 2013 September 2013 July 2015 August 2015 September 2015 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Wednesday, January 6, 2010 WooooHooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This Friday Im going to an interview with Farah, my cousin. Im pretty excited. No, Im not gonna tell you what job it is until i get the job. No, its not FnB, or sales or retail... It a totally new space. Nothing major though. Until then, Im trying to get into the "Get Healthy" mode. Yesterday, after 1 looong month, i finally took my bicycle out for a ride in the scorching afternoon sun. It felt soo good... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The past three days i've been waking up at 6am to send Daneal to school. The first two days we went by foot, today i sent and fetched him by bicycle. He seem soo eager to go to school by himself. I told mum to let him loose only by February. I remember the old times. When I sent Fiqa to PAP by bicycle. I was still in Primary school. I think it was P5. Cause I will wake up around afternoon, get her ready and send her to school. Then i go back home and send myself to school. That time we were staying at Tampines St 41. Loads of growing up memories there. Its sad that we can no longer drop by anymore. Until Fiqa was in P1, we were staying at Tampines, near East Spring Secondary. Me and Wani, on our bikes we would cut through traffics to Tampines North Primary to fetch her from school. We were on the morning session. She was in the afternoon. It was VERY tiring. After school me and Wani would go home, play a bit, did some homework, then rush down to fetch our lil sister from school. Most of the time Fiqa would be on my bike cause my bike is more convenient for her to sit on. Wani had a Mountain Bike if i still remember. Looking back now, we had lots of fun and things wasn't as complicated before. No, Im not complaining you see. I wouldn't change a thing if i could. Its just that when I look back at my past, Im glad what happened, happened. Cause, if it had NOT happened, wouldn't be who I am today. Back to Daneal. Honestly, I didn't quite sign up for the job of sending him to school. Mum was suppose to send him, but, as usual, shits happens and I got to help. Only when I reach the school, see all other small girls and boys in oversized uniforms, bags, white shoes, did I realize I miss this. Not school. But Primary school. The environment is a lot warm then secondary school or post-secondary school. The smell, the sight... Hmm... Very welcoming... You see them having their moment. I can't quite put the experience in to words. When you go to a secondary school, the student will give you 'what-are-you-doing-at-my-territory' kind of look. But when you go to primary schools they will give you the 'look-this-is-my-school!!' kind of look... So till Friday, I hope to bring home fabulous news. Everybody have an awesome week. syidazz looks forward to 'Just For Laugh Asia" *Shot entirely in SINGAPORE!!!!
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