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I have been waiting for so long,  
  yet you just kept me w a i t i n g. . .
Sunday, July 20, 2008 .

esther sim, being the oh so modest girl she is, wants a post dedicated to her, so here it is.

she helps me make guitar pick keychains. she is going to get confirmed this year, and is currently in koinonia for mip, where she stones till theres no tmr. she thinks shes really nice and pretty, and is a good 'sister' to me. she also wants me to tell any hot guy reading this who is interested to contact me.

anyway, to much more important things. 3 years ago in july, a group of 14 year olds went to pelangi village for their esp, or external service project. there, this poser dude carrying a guitar around met this quiet girl with this irritatingly high voice. their friendship grew and grew and grew, and these 2 became the best of friends. thanks iddie, for everything.

2005-2008
take me now,
10:28 PM