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Saturday, May 22, 2010
baby hold me tight

i was hoping you could be mine and we shall roam around the city.

life sucks , its sucks to let go and start anew. especially knowing that JC1OO1C was the weirdest class i had, because of all the different characters and ages from 17 to the age of 27. with the best teachers . things may not be the same. things happened to fast to really said goodbye. nevertheless i like to wish my JC1001C all the best for our upcoming examinations. may god bless you and amin / amen .

leave.
told ya

i wasnt a perfect girl who have a perfect love life. but i dream of one. I dont need plurk / tagboard all i need was to comfort myself

when i'm asleep
walk the streets alone

Nurul Fatin

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