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Hua Lian High School
kayes
Registered: July 2008 Posts: 1,759

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Kayes, just want to confirm again if these four pics. were taken on 19th. Oct. 2008 from 7.29am to 7.36am.? Thanks in advance!
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First "beau" was from this school. One was studying Form Three whereas the other is studying Form Six. No need to guess, everyone should know the result. Ha ha ha!!!
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All should be in "past tense". Sorry!! My mind was a bit "swaying" when typing the last post.
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Jim Joyce
Registered: July 2008 Posts: 55
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C'mon Susan?is it still in the past tense,in your mind.I don't think so?
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Hi Jim, as in Sheryl Crow's song "First Cut Is The Deepest!"
No one is to be blamed. One had graduated and started working whereas the other was still in uni. Just blamed the timing; situations and environment. Not everyone can and it's not easy to handle long distance relationship. Used to tell myself "No one is as perfect" ........ but now I ask myself: "Is That So?". Dream shattered, that's all. That chapter is closed now, Jim.
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retired falcon
Registered: August 2008 Posts: 64
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Sounds like Conway Twitty's song 'Don't Cry Joni'.
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kayes
Registered: July 2008 Posts: 1,759
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