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Dude, it's me
Jocelyn ;D
ijtp, dancer
i want to have my first gig ;D



Fame,
AMA!
AMANDAXIE!
ANGELENE!
ASHLEIGH!
ASHLEY!
ALESIA!
AUDREY!
ANGELA!
ALYCIA!
BELBOMB!
BEITRIS!
BETINA!
CELESTE!
CHIA!
CHERYLWOON!
CLARISSA!
DEWI!
DIAN!
EVIL!
EUGENIA!
HUISHIAN!
ISABELLE!
JESSICA!
JAIMETAN!
JAZIE!
JAIMESEAH!
JIAHER!
JIAZHI!
JING!
JUSTINA!
KRISTINE!
KLUANGTRIP!
LIANNE!
LIZZI!
LISA!
MATT!
MARIE!
MARRISSA!
MELDEE!
MICH!
NADIA!
NAT!
NUT!
PAT!
RACHAEL!
RACHELLE!
RACHELWONG!
RONGHUA!
SACHA!
SEC 2/2!
SAMSHUM!
SHIR!
SHIMIN!
SHITIAN!
SAMLOW!
SAMM!
STEFANIE!
LOVERR!
THONGS!
TESSA!
THERESA!
VERONICA!
YANGLIN!
ZIGZAGGERS!


Fortune,


Platinium records.
Designer: Lisee
BG Pattern: K10k
Images: Model Couture Hosted: Blogger
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Sunday, July 08, 2007
Blardy blogger refused t let me put the photo up.
(it's a photo of THEONE people, in macs)

To Z-cup socky,
Dear z-cup, dont' be sad, actually from the bottom of my heart, i dont' think any words will be able t make you feel better. But still i'm going t try. Cause i wont' leave you in the lurch and let you just feel worse about yourself. I really want t help, but i can't. I feel bad.
Here's a song for you:
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye.

I pray t God with my utmost strength, that You will be better. Z-cup.


(8:11 PM)