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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
Old habits never change
Saturday, December 27, 2008, 11:35 PM
Fairy lights before the dance party began

I just got back from a gathering with my old 'student care' friends, mainly just me, wang chi and shen tong and some older kids. My old student care teacher organised it and she called like 20 people, only to have around 6-7 turnups. I thought it was going to be really boring with all the line dancing and everything, because there will be all the old uncles and aunties pretending to be youthful and hip (which I hate), but no, it was actually quite fun chatting all night with my old friends. I guess some things never change. The friends I made in primary school always seem to give me a warm and comfortable feeling. I know that they accept me for who I am and there's no need for any pretending because all the barriers were broken when we saw each other grow up 6 years ago. For some reason, me and my friends were seated next to the VIP (Ms Grace Fu, MP for Jurong) and treated like special people during our stay there xD

Aunties dressed in colourful clothing swaying with the beat

I've decided to organise another primary school class gathering since the last one was cancelled ):
Anyway, I've been hooked reading the Twilight Saga. Call me slow but, I'm still in the middle of New Moon. Sorry to dampen your spirits, fans, but I think Stephenie Meyer's twilight saga is RUBBISH compared to Harry Potter and just average compared to all the other books I've read with a proper plot. I seriously don't understand how it became a bestseller, except the fact that it has an incredibly hot vampire who sparkles in the sun and is "greek godlike" and looks like "marble". And the romance? Seriously, korean romances are much much better that that. And New Moon is unbearably draggy in the first 270 pages, where the author insists on spelling out every single miserable detail in Bella's life without Edward. Why am I still reading it? Well, it's like one of those TV dramas that started out good but turned horrible in the middle, but you're still hooked onto it once you've started watching the series and you're afraid that you might miss out some nice action if you skipped a few episodes.

On a lighter note, I'd like you to read the below, written by a reviewer for a "sex scene" in Twilight. [Not for those that does not like crude language]
Trust me, it's good.
I gasped as Edward unzipped his gorgeous, godlike pants, revealing his smooth, white, marble cock. He glared at me with his burning topaz eyes as my fingertips brushed his cold, sparkling, granite dick. My heartbeat quickened. My breath caught. I didn't deserve this. How could I, clumsy, ordinary, plain, clumsy Bella Swan who was only asked to the dance by 3 different lovestruck boys, be so close to a cock so gorgeous, scintillating and godlike? It was like the pale marble cock of Adonis.

In a quick, graceful motion, Edward turned and glared at me. "Don't you see Bella?" he said as he held me in his strong grasp and dry-humped my thigh with annoyance, "I'm a danger to you! You should have nothing to do with me! Every moment you're risking your life!"

"Edward" I gasped "I love you. I will love you forever!" I was in agony thinking of losing him and never again touching his pale, white, cold, gorgeous, sparkling, marble, granite, dazzling, godlike, scintillating Adonis cock. How would I live? He was my life.

He glared at me again with his dazzling, golden eyes and told me with his gorgeous, pale lips "There's something I haven't told you. Something else about my kind."

"What Edward?" I asked breathlessly, "I will love you no matter what. Forever."

He brushed his cold, gorgeous, marble lips close to my clumsy, ordinary ears and whispered "We..."

"What, Edward? I love you. Forever. You can tell me anything."

He gave me his my favourite crooked grin smile and said, "We ejaculate rainbows."

The above, credit to: http://avphibes.livejournal.com/370683.html
You get the idea right?
If you're not so convinced, you can read a Time review here: http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1860716,00.html
and also a slightly less formal one here: http://otahyoni.livejournal.com/130432.html

Sigh, this goes to show how easily you can make money writing crap that appeals easily to teens now.

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