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Nothing last forever.
Hearts me &I'll be yours, truly.
I extremely love my 3 Bestest Gfs.

Friday, March 19, 2010
My dream place, Paris; eversince i was 10. Can somebody bring me there? Heh. Brangan je mau lebih, Ina. Boring friday. All i did was, eat, play comp, tv and repeat again. Boring oh boring.

Oh yeah, my bestest bitch came back from camp liao. Miss her siulzxz! She called me just now and i was like, "UMI! Aku rindu kau laaaaaaa, nb!" Hehe. Cute voice, cute voice ^^Haiz, where Wani? She mandi so lembab. Haha! I want pictures, i want pictures laaaa.

Each time i log in tagged, surely i will cuicui his profile. Haaaa, only my 3 babygs know who is he. I will take a look at his pictures. Not being a stalker la ehk! ^^ Imma goodgirl. And i saw, he has a floorball stick! Not sure what brand it is. Heh. And, most picture ive looked, was his pale looking face, drunkard face and steam pon ade. Honestly, i miss the old him. I still remembers how we first met at Bugis and on the train he asked for my no. Oh f.uck! Stop recalling that past.

Stop here, i wanna join the rest of the family outside :D K bye!

Assalamualaikum.