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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
Monday, August 31, 2009 // 6:55 AM


I Can Only Be Your One & Only

I had the worst dream ever, a terrible nightmare. I don't want it to happen, I don't wanna fight with you, bby. I hate it when my feelings get cheated. I hope so this is just a dream. I slept for almost the whole day, I'm feeling so lethargic. Went for terawih with momma and Jee. I don't think I need to elaborate anything about that. Oh and teacher's day was fine I guess, Ms Aida was so cute when she danced!

I'm planning to change my template or what you bloggers call blogskin. & yes, I know you people must be irritated with my previous song, so I added in some new ones that I like. Its not really new but I'll just stick to that. Oh and I'm having a bad sore throat which really sucks, momma kept telling me to shut up cos she says I sound horrible/terrible/UGLY. At the brightside, I sound like a rocker \m/ HAH, she's just jealous I guess.

I've a lot of plans this Ramadhan. People kept asking me out to break fast with 'em, helping out at the mosque and stuffs like that. Awe! I felt so honoured! Haha, kidding. I don't mind, as long as I've the money and I won't be bored, then I'm fine with it. September's coming, and Imma be a big girl soon ! -with a babyface -.-''






Oh well, looks like there ain't gonna be no hugs today D: