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INFORMATION
thy blog owner.
Aaron Teo

Photobucket Hello! I'm NineTeen. A student, a Musician, a Gamer and a Joker by definition.

Once again, welcome to the blog of mine.

CONTACT ME
you to me
Aaron Teo

Aaron Teo


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MSN: ahron-teo@hotmail.com
Skype: ahron-teo
Facebook/Friendster: ahron-teo@hotmail.com
TAGBOARD
hear your voice.
Be truthful, I wouldn't mind.


AFFILIATES
the secrets between me & you
David Seah | Catherine | Jian Ting | Nicole J. | Channice | Yupei (YYSS) | Mei Zhen (YYCB) | Wei Ling (YYCB) | Amanda (YYCB) | Ferlyn (YYCB) | Kelly Wong (YYCB) | Wei Teck (WSSS) | Nurul (YYSS) | Amanda | Xue Ling | Ying Yun (YYSS) | Shikin (Band NCO) | Shi Hui (YYCB) | Hui Shi (MISB) | Xiu Ting | WanZi (Eat Shite =D) | Si Yan(YYCB) | Mango (MISB) | ShiKin (MISB) | Jolene (YYSS) | Cindy (YYSS) | Ivy (NIESB) | James (MISB) | Hui Shi (MISB) | Claricia (MI) | Debra (Church) | Ting Li (YYSS) | Henry (YYCB) | Zacquelin Tricia (Mei) | Best Couz | Yue Ting | Xue Lin | Yuying Alumni Winds | Pei Ying | Jocelyn | Bel Chew |

The Usuals, The Closest, The Clique
08B5
Danni (MI) | Jennifer (MI Si Noob) | LiMei (MI Volleyball Shi Jie) | Jonathan (Ex-MI Volleyball Shi Fu) | Eddy (MI) | Meng Kian (MI) | Si Yuan (Ex-MI) |

08B1
May Woon (MI) | Joanna (MI) | Lynette (MI) | Cindy (MI) | Nicolette (Ex-MI) | Amelia (MI) |

PSS
Sheryl Bella |


REMINISCENCE
flashbacks.
  • June 2004
  • July 2004
  • August 2004
  • September 2005
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • July 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • December 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • July 2009
  • September 2009
  • November 2009
  • December 2009
  • January 2010
  • February 2010
  • March 2010
  • May 2010
  • July 2010
  • August 2010
  • September 2010
  • January 2011
  • February 2011
  • March 2011
  • April 2011
  • October 2011


  • THE JUKEBOX
    for you, for me


    "It just takes 2 weeks for me to fall in love with you"


    "Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't mean you love them any less, sometimes you even make sure you love them more."


    "I'd rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else."


    "Loving you needs no reason."





    NEEDS/WANTS
    dreams
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    SITE INFO
    just for info
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    Last Skin Updated: 04 April 2011

    Sunday, May 27, 2007
    Title :
    Time : 1:44 pm

    You remember the time you first saw me,
    Though your eyes had gone past long before then
    As had mine, and they passed you right over
    On the day that you knew I was there.
    It took time, and it shocked me in coming
    To discover I watched you with longing,
    But I had to act carefree and happy
    For I feared you would see that I cared.

    You were there all the time in the shadows
    Barely out of the reach of my fingers,
    But when grief and unhappiness shook me,
    I was quick to find respite in you.
    There was suddenly joy--unexpected,
    But as welcome as light from the heavens
    In my life, and I held to you tightly--
    You and pain were all realness I knew.

    You picked up my heart from its prison,
    You showed me a way of surviving.
    I loved you with all of my being,
    But I loved and I lived still with pain,
    For the love that before had sustained me
    Now was making me restless, and fearful
    That you wouldn't forgive or believe me
    If I said you shared none of the blame.

    You will wait in the silence to hear me;
    You will listen, but you will hear nothing--
    I cannot say the words that will hurt you;
    I cannot burn the bridge, walk away.
    Now, as it grows late, I grow tired;
    I will sleep, and keep thinking tomorrow,
    And I pray that my silence will tell you
    Everything I can't make myself say.
    iLy forever.