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Monday, July 25 6:03 PM


"There's a love that could fall down like rain,
let forgiveness wash away the pain."

i was looking through all photo albums
had a good laugh, bringing back those memories.
i decided to post some up here.

i really miss those kindergarden days.
where we were so cared for by our teachers.
i miss my kindergarden friends loads!
such that we aren't even in touch now.
so sad to think that we've all drift,
leading our own lives now.

however, there are some who were
with me when i was like 1 or 2 years old.
and still keeping in contact, even meet ups.
those, are what you define as true friendships.

but i still will never forget those little cute days.
where we practise so hard for performance.
practise writing in cursive, learn 123 maths.
laughing with those little squirky voices.
saying : "you're my best friend" to every new friend.
saying : " i love you" when we don't knw what it really means.

that picture below was my last performance in K2.
yes, i know. spot me, small and short girl right in front.
pls note : i was put in front because i was leading!
not beacause i was the smallest in the grp!!
i know what you must be thinking.

the performance was some chinese fan dance.
i love the pinky fluffy fan, still have it though.
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Actually, this pivture below is really funny.
look at my BOGEH teeth and laugh.
think it was my dunnowhat birthday.

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Hah, you should believe this.
i'm actually wearing a shirt
with me and my bro's face.
gosh! my parents are really too free
and to think that i wore it OUT!!!

Yes, that was my childhood times. :)
i love the wind, blowing your hair.
the softness and coolness of it all.

loved