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Wednesday, July 30, 2008 '
Part 2: Rushing to Russia.
Now it's time for...RUSSIA (and the Choir Trip!)







Crapdoz. Crap Dogs. I dun wanna know what they put in there.






It's a nice view from the plane, non?






*No comment, I know I'll just say something stupid*






It's a little orchestra! Free performance!






The group of 'lucky' 13 boys! In our hotel!




TK watching the men's band from...Czech Republic, i think? Yeah, these guys were awesome. Great winners and losers, and friendly all around.




NUS and TK Celebrating their victories together! Singapore FTW.




Judith, Sanjana and Ashley holding the coveted Gold Trophy of Peter the Great.




NUS actually brought the full sized flag with them. True Blue Singaporeans >.>




Me in the Red Square, feel free to tilt your head. I have no idea how to rotate this thing.


Clop, clop, clop.

Olivia: Must be the sound of their hooves.
Me: No way, hooves are soft. They have horseshoes on.
Olivia: *notices shining metal on their hooves* Oh.


Back in SG T3, Sops with the big banner! xD


Mr Foong + Altos + Tenors + Basses. Which all rock.


One final perfomance for the fans. What fans?

Overall, there you go, pics for you to...hell, it's not all of em. I'm lazy.

Anyways, right now, thoughts are in my head.

While looking for these files, I saw others, long time ago.

I looked through every last one. The pictures brought back so much.

It was different back then.

Gwen, Mandy, Ju and I were close together. You could call us brother and sisters.

In a CNY celebrated at my house with the church, the 4 of us shared one table.

I really miss those times.

Now we all have grown up, slightly, but we still have a strong friendship between us.

Now let's aim to bring that even closer.

Back to what it was last time.

Never forget your memories.
Never forget your friends.
Memories hold the hearts of you,
And also, the hearts of them.


Memory Files Preserved at... 9:42 PM


My Life
>>begin_intro Welcome here. If you somehow...hate me, go ahead...click this and get the hell out..

I am myself in every way possible. I never hesitate to expose a person's lies.
And my life is controlled by a game.
The rules are simple - You trust me, I trust you.
You leave me, I ignore you.
You come back, I shut you out.
You threaten me, I'll make sure tomorrow's an impossibility for you.

The game has begun.


Didn't you know...? All hearts hide secrets. Dark ones.
>>end

Who am I?
Ian Tan.
14/08/94.
Someone who suffers (very) short term memory lost...
Often noted as 'short-tongued'.
Daydreamer.
Singer.
Complicated. Long-winded.

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What? Likes?..
This matrix alone.

What? Hates?..
Everything else. Isn't it just nice?

Those things...
To be myself; no one else will tell me what to do.

The past...

Links



Benjamin Cheng
Pannawit


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