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.Thursday, November 19, 2009
www.hysterialane.tumblr.com - my Tumblelog

Hello Lovers. So basically, I created a Tumblelog. I didn't why I created it but I did. Or maybe I do. That blog is for all my feelings towards life, and love. This blog is for daily updates. Whatever. I'm crazie, I know. But, that's just me. *sticks out tongue in a bitchy way

Memorable birthday gifts:

- From Mummy& Papa
( the trip to Pattaya !! )

- Nabilah's midnight text
( a long text that made me feel i was at the top of the world, looking at a magnificent view, breathing in oh so very fresh air, being the happiest girl in the world. it is times like this when i wish the feeling would stay forever. but then, a bad moment happens/memory slips into your mind and the feeling goes away, your day turns dark and you feel bad all over again. )

- Adib's ( cousin ) birthday card
( ''My girlfriend is Kakak Shaqila'' a sentence that got the whole roof want to tumble down! Adib's brother and sister were teasing him all the way. poor boy. his only seven. he didn't mean no harm, he's innocent! )

- Asyiqin's birthday gift
( not sure how it'll really turn out, since it hasn't happen but it was really sweet of Asyiqin to think about it! )

- Brother's special gift
( a black necklace with a pair of red boots dangling. Haziq, that was so sweet! )

- Grandmother's precious gift
( her original gem. i went ''are you serious?'' )

That's pretty much my post for today. Please visit my Tumblelog, eventho' it's nothing, yet. Thanks!

XOXO








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