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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Friday, April 04, 2008
before i go on, i would like to thank God for answering a very impt prayer.
now, i wonder what you think of me sometimes.
did you really think i wouldnt be happy about something i prayed so hard for coming through?
fyi, its quite insulting.
11:00 PM
