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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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Sunday, April 12, 2009

im feeling supersuper moody now. at this very moment.i have NO idea why.
i was fine earlier. went jogging, played swings.went afghan.all good mood. oh well, guess its the time of the month thingy. lols.
ARGGGGGGGH.
& i wish someone could jz stab me 101 times in the stomach this very instant. i did smtn extremely wrong today.first,i overslept & didnt go to madrasah. secondly, k this one must be unforgivable. i was text messaging my assholic ex jz now. before someone punches me in the gut or bitch slaps me, if it would make me feel less guiltier, he was the one who msged first. i was jz replying. hee.
maybe thats why im feeling moody. nahhh!
anyways, life just about sucks now. hisap. ahha. but im trying to make light of situation as best as i can. do me a favour dearest friends, DONT ASK ME ABOUT SCH UNLESS I TELL YOU SOMETHING.
thank you.simple actions like this would be deeply appreciated.

finally told dad i dyed my hair. it went like this,
DAD: WHY NARAH HAIR BROWN?!
me: cos i dyed it.
DAD: why dye hair all?
da.tu je. lucky me he didnt give me the talk about halal/non halal dye. if its any consolation to him, the one i bought had a freaking halal stamp there. haha.
ayts then.
toodlesssssss~