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Oh hello. I am Narah and I am 18. Dark chocolates,marshmallows and novels are my favorite things.



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Monday, March 2, 2009

One day,your prince will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions~

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today morn, around 1030? mom called. accidentally cut her finger. so, i had to go thr to help her out wit cuzzies. & will be doing so for the next few days. & time n again, i tell myself,im only doing this for mommy. im only tolerating adek's tantrums for mummy. im only cleaning up the kitchen for mommy. im only folding THEIR clothes for mommy. & LAST WARNING sia i wanna stay there! haha. so yea, i guess life wont be too hard. haha. oh well, talked to dearest sonia just now, i miss her so damn much, as usual, we talked about some silly ppl & as usual, we were laughing our heads off. & as usual, mom wanted to use the phone,so had to hang up.gawd, i miss tt laydeee so much. glad i'll be mitin bal soon. i miss everyone close to me. yea, take note,close to me. hahs,only sonia would understand tt emphasis of tt sentence. haha.
so yea, its been, 8-9 days tt i havent contacted f. i feel so weird, like,usually,he msgs or smtn even though he KNOWS my prpd's low. hmm. i miss him. & i hated myself for saying wad i said to sonia, tt i don't know if im over him. i guess i dont really like telling the truth to myself.haha.pathetic sia nad. oh welll. i miss hiM! geddit. im not used to a guy treating me this way, as in, not contacting me. wait,do i sound like a stuck up bitch? haha. ppl who understand wad i mean would understand. hahs. yea, so,i hate him treating me this way, YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TOO ok? best. just u wait babey. im gonna hit you harddddd. ok, tt sentences was crapp. but seriously,i hate this treatment & yea, i know i've done tt too him, but he dont have to do the sammmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee! argh.
anyways, viewed bal's blog just now, & watched the vids. omg. after watching tt,i realise how much how much really, i miss the class. i miss bal(no doubt), midzi,celia,maz,zura,ifah,khai,fana,jiamin & sooo many other ppl! as in, the WHOLE CLASS LA! argghh.why do the years pass by so fast. why oh why. kenapeeeeeeee? arghh.

moving on, u knw,i've heard of this silly phrase: *§omewhere There'§ §omeone Who Dream§ Of Your §mile, And Find§ In Your Pre§ence That Life I§ Worth While, §o When You Are Lonely, Remember It'§ True: §omebody, §omewhere Is Thinking Of You.

how can you be so sure there is?! seriously,? pls,someone,anyone who's got an opinion,feel free to enlighten me.hahs.

"Sometimes ur mind doesnt want u 2 be in love..but deep down u know you are."

"If you really love something,set it free. If it comes back,its yours. If it doesn't,its never meant to be"

yea,im bored,cant sleep, & im looking at all these quotes on the net. gotta problem? haha.
k then. gnite ppl! i love you!




I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh,
But I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry