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you kept your silence.
so why are you treating me like some stupid stranger you have never known?

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Saturday was madness!
Stayed in the garden of Seoul for 5 hours catching up with lost times.
I painted my nails red, wore a dress and shopped for a SIZE M instead of XL.
I got complimented by a stranger and that definitely boosted up the morale tt's been running low.

and finally here i am ending sunday again.
how i dread work, but responsibility is mine.
let's conquer these 13 days and i'm a free bird flying back to school sweet school.

can't wait.

"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid...
...and deeds left undone."
-harriet beecher stowe

i thank ALLAH,
for all i've got.

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Huda J.
11 November.
Nanyang Poly - SBM.
God's Child.
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u can walk down the typical scorpio lane with me,
but really..i am fragmentary,
a patchwork of life's most beautiful elements.

loves

*My Gallery*
*The Poet & herPendulum*
*BaBy QiE*
*Lily Nelain*
*aBg no0ch-Cham*
*darL hoOpla*
*my QueEn 0f SacaRsM*
*Eddy*
*Mas's LJ*
*Mas's Bloggy*
*Rachel LJ*
*Amanda*
*Nona Malinda*
*Wid*
*Joey*
*Nur Misuari*
*NiSa*
*AMIRAWWR*
*Shimah*

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