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Monday, March 29, 2010

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?




So, what happens after all this?



 Am IJust Who

My name is Corrine and I dont think I really know who I am anymore. This is my blog, and maybe from here you'll find that I'm not exactly like the Corrine you used to think you knew.


I CuddleThings

New shoes. New bags. New slippers. New handphone. New clothes. Good grades. Sleep. Food. My bolster. NCCG IS DA LOVEEE!


ParadeRubbish

Studying. Hunger. Penniless. Sleepy.


A LineDropped Me



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Freestyle Drill Team
PART D GIRLS!
PART C GIRLS!
Amanda
Anlee
Chanyiting
Charlene
Charmain
Eugene
Eunice
Evia
Fangqi
Fishy
Hariz
Huashu
Huayyee
Huiyu
Hwele :D
JaneChai!
Janice!
Jason
Jeewang
Jiaqi
Jiayi
Jiayun
Jinhui
JOCELYN
Joyce
June
Kiathoon
Leong
Maggie
May
Mengting
Meilin :D
Peiting
Ruichen
Sarah
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Tracy
TwoTwo'06
Vannie
Weixin
WEST DISTRICT!
Xinyi
Yanlin
Yanting
YEECHING! :D
Yunian


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A SongSang

Hello Kitty, Play with us today. We'll laugh and sing on this lovely sunny day. All your friends are waiting for you, ready to run and play. Everyone will gather round. This is what they'll say: "When we see your friendly smile, you brighten up our day." Oh! Hello, Hello Kitty, Hello's your friend. Your smile is pretty like a flower that's in bloom. Love is in your heart. It sings a happy tune. Hello, Hello Kitty. Play with us today.


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