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Nasyiba Sahari :D
17/09
I'm a 15-years old goodie, I don't litter :B but I don't pick up litter. I eat whenever I feel like it. I have a disfigured left pinky *gasps* and I suffer hair and eyelash loss. I go gaga over almost everything. Studying in Commonwealth Secondary School,I have the WEALTH values:D. I'm in CSS Malay Dance. A dancer, I am, and forever will be! I'm a zombie in the morning but I'm stupendous at night. If I were the president, I would turn everyone into human owls so we can enjoy night time((: I sing almost every time to express the happenings in life, but I can be random too. I can get emotional and dramatic at times, but my mind holds loads of crap when I'm high. I do bitch-talking when I feel the need to be honest. I'll be nice enough to ignore if you ain't nice, but nicer if you're nice and nicest if you're nicer. I'm NOT unfriendly. shy? oh, very! oh, add me on facebook & msn : nash_oops@hotmail.com :D
19% emotionalism
18% dummiesity
17% crapology
14% chimonology
12% cleverbumness
11% stubbornism
9% vaingloriousity
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aku BETEK sama kamu. aku betek, betek, betek!
Monday, December 29, 2008
I think Indonesian language is super duper coool.
next year cnfirm got Indonesians in my class :D yeahhooo.

qayyum, stop calling and then hang up and again and again and again.
I can't go out!
as simple as that. sorry.

well, life sucks.
I almost ran away okay, nadh.
so luckily you were at your bro's house or else tht night you would have a runaway freak at ur house.
apparently I know who has been behind it all.

I swear he's gonna pay for it.

idk what's wrong with me.
one moment, I feel so super duper crazy.
if you saw me, you can tell I was.
the next morning I found bruises on myself
and I don't quite rmmber why.
I think I am.

I hope I am.
go call IMH.
I was screaming for smth I want so desperately.
my old family.
just, God, what did I do wrong when I was so young?
I don't deserve all this shit.
and how is it that I've come so far
and now it ain't even half of the pain?

freak, NOWAY.

well, Mama was scolding me and Seha in public,
made me spill hot tea on myself.

I'm 14. yes, not 4.
she hit me in public.
she's just so _______.
idk what to say.
her actions and words are totally incomprehensible.

adios.


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