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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
happy birthday babe <3

Happy Birthday Manda <3
May all dreams come true.
All the best for alwyas.
Stay positive for eternity.
Bestie forever.
Vivacious babe~~

2moro is my babe bd. tis year was kinda special. everything tat i am planning to give her is all handmade. handmade card. Homemade muffins. hope she will like it. the muffins i shared half half wif elisa. but the card. nonono. inside it contains memories of us. private. only she can read it. kaka. M, hope u really like it. i spend 3 days on the card. i'm keeping my finger crossed tat u will like it. lastly, thanks for the memories, babe =) appreciate it so much.


love,
yuki =)

Dedicated to Manda <3
The Graduation Song (Friends Forever)
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of the night in June
I Didn't know much of love, but it came too soon
And There was me and you, and then it got real blue
Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and
We would get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

Chorus:
As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

*Repeat chorus*

La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

*Repeat chorus 3x*




7:12 AM
♥the girl.
a daydreamer. loving her life.


♥what the girl wants.

she's greedy. uncountable

♥chit-chat.



♥her friends.
Manda
Christina
Cynthia
Cyrus
Elisa
Eric
Gan
Jabyss
Kenneth
Kiiro
Matthew
Mimi


♥her memories.


April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009


♥her music.
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♥she says thankyou.
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