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me?


okay, you spotted me. the name of this soul is nurul aqilah. called me qeela or lala or nurul. i laugh at the stupid thing. i say the wrong things at the wrong times. i cry for no reasons. i get mad easily. so yaa, i express my thoughts here. spammers are not welcome. in any case you are bored sick at this blog you are more than welcome to leave. thankyou (:

i wanted you ♥♥


♥ my most beautiful obsession
♥ perfect family
♥ ipod touch

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today is my birthday! ♥

Saturday, November 14, 2009

alright. i do want to blog just a little bit.


14 november has arrived. just when you think id forgotten, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. hahaha, logic kah lupa atu? anyway, yesterday was my last day of being 20. yes, im hitting 21 baby. andddd it was my first time celebrated the eve alone.. its quite saddening when there is no one around. i mean, its my birthday! the emotions and feelings are different when being with someone or loved onces. watching the clock ticking or midnight countdown from ten to one, something like that..

okay, i think im talking too much. maybe i should just forget about today. have a nice day people.

when i starts talking, you listen. NA♥

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