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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

as i watched him perform, i thought 'i wanna be up there..i wanna sing to a crowd. i wanna make corny jokes that ppl would laugh to in front of 8 thousand ppl. i wanna perform and make ppl happy with music. i dun mind losing my privacy. i have nothing to hide. so why not. so God, i think u should make me a performer.' haha. but its so lovely. last night. 8 thousand pair of eyes set and gazed at buble. 8 thousand people i'm sure, felt satisfied. so extremely good to go to a concert where there's no mats n minahs. ( i think they we all at geylang. haha). so there i was, after the show, stuck to my sit, waiting for the crowd to not be a crowd (hurhurhur), grinning to myself in my sit den a women reached out for me. *oh crap* mrs seth. she gave me the haha-mrs-goon-will-kill-u-after-she-hears-this look. i just smiled, and carried on imagining myself on the already empty stage singing Quando Quando Quando with buble.

5:17:00 am

Anahraf El Diab
I wish i could say that i'm unique and different but that would be a lie. from my mom, i stole her features, her attitude and 1/5 of her strength. i kinda ripped of my dad's hairstyle and that obviously isnt a choice. i think i would be a fashion disaster or a real girly girl if it werent for my brother and thank god for that. at the same time, i would have been naive and maybe a boy if it werent for my sister. hur hur. the rest of me, i picked it up somewhere along the way thru my 19 years old journey and that is what u gotta find out.


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