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Me.
A plain girl who realise her full potential is barely reached Babysit, eating, sleeping and dancing is her best leisure ability Loves her family & friends to bits No life ahead without them in my life.. Currently 7hrs away from home Right now loving the life she is leading in Adelaide only because there are so many things she got herself involved in.. And it is not worthless involvements, mind you.. To get a hold of me Find me at: # FB, Nurhidayah Arj # mail at dayah.10@hotmail.com Call = +(61) 423325374 Shout.
Let's hear it people..
Contacts family.. Past. May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 October 2009 November 2009 February 2010
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Monday, May 23, 2005
dis is especially for dat one special guy sHAm!!
You are a guy whom i adore but i can't trust your words no more U were a good guy at one time but now u r no different from a slime My family's out having fun.. yet im at home stuck talking to this son of a gun Talking bout the recent "fren" who happens to be his bitch without him realising that she makes me sick Miss you.. i used to Luv u, i'll always do.. hatred will neva grow Heartbreak is smth i've had a breakthrough Everytime i see ur name on my fone i wish u leave me alone becox things juz remind and make me see dat u the bastard who keeps lying to me u are juz one bastard whom i soon came to see.. man.. ain't i lucky So now i walked around wif a wide grin thinking i should thank the bitch for showing me the true him!! done by idayu my best pal & me.... woohoo loving it... |