It's another year; supposedly one more level of maturity. But I beg to differ.
Time for some reflection:
Life's always a bed of roses. Full of thorns to prick you. You bleed and you sometimes bleed to death. Why can't some things just be the way I want them to be? They always wish me, "May all your wishes come true." I don't wish for many, but they don't come true. What's the use of wishing anyway?
Pardon me for this depressing note. I'm confused. The confusion will clear in the evening later.
Crossing my fingers (even body) to hope for what I hope.
Happy Birthday, S.Y.
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Happsie Birthday Girl. See you on tuesday!
thank you!! ciao~ :)
-s.y.
happy birthday! *hugz*
eh how many candles this yr? 50? ;)
happy 50th then!
lq: thank you, my dear! you still owe me karaoke, if you don't remember. :D
pw: trying to trick me into blurting my age, right?! BLEK! i don't fall into traps hor...but thank you! :D
-s.y.
heyyyyy.....happy birthdayyyy gurl!!!!! For anyone who doesn't know, this pretty mademoiselle is 22!!! Twenty-two....Dua puluh dua...Er sze er....years old....heheheh...grandmother ready lor you....! ;P
wei jabir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you horrible pucker!!!!!!! i shall mince you and feed you to the beasts! wahahahaha
-s.y.
not only old but crazy too....what is pucker???
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