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The Raconteur
A wallflower, strong and bold in seasons of bloom, but the winds shook her still.
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I am always self-conscious whenever people are around me or when i'm in public. Always aware of eyes on me, always fiddling with my hair...
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Assalamualaikum. Hello. It's been a while. So I've been caught up with a lot of work lately. Heaps of it. Alhamdulillah, I seem to...
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OMG I'm so having problems with my BIS services I can't even deal. I just found out why Hotlink/Maxis eats up my credit like dog foo...
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“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be...
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hmm. recently ive noticed that some strangers are following my blog. some things i couldnt comprehend why they would want to follow it anywa...
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hey freaks. been a loooooonnggggg time since i last blogged. i know, you all missed me? kan? kan? :D so, Me, Fatin and Zkay started this hey...
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And love is a thing that you can't define Though you try with all your might through the riddles and rhymes But it'll fly you like a...
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yeh. my man knows me (man=kakak). after this quiz is over, you can compare my sister's answers and mine. hehe we're totally differen...
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first official post of the year 2009 . it's going to be life changing. what happened in the previous year; Heath Ledger delivered his be...
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So we went to a wedding yesterday. Mom and Dad met their uni friends over there and at one point I felt that it was a reunion instead of a w...
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