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

entries about ask links



breakaway
Tuesday, June 29, 2010 // 2:05 AM


I rather not sleep just so I could talk to you.
I rather not smoke for you not to worry.
I rather have your bruises just to make you happy.
I rather look dumb just to hear you laugh.
I rather lie just so I could be with you.

I'd do anything, just anything. For you to smile. I miss you ''bestf.'' ):

I shall not say anything about Nafilah's incident. Full of dramas and worries. I'm afraid already. It must be my fault! URGH. Don't wanna talk no more.
Btw, thanks Nizam for coming down just now.

All I can about yesterday was,

"STOP. DROP. & ROLL."
It was a bee-rific situation O.O

I love you, ''Nafilah Saniff'' ;D
A strong girl.