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Tuesday, April 19, 2011 2:44 PM




fuck work!

i am so fucking angry right now. i honestly can’t remember the last time i was this furious with someone that love to interrupt with what i'm doing for so deeply. she simply cant see me sitting infront of the computer and not going down to the production floor. i'm infront the computer simply because i have something to do. not jolly well let time pass. stupid arsehole, mother fucker. get a life, fuck! i don’t think i’ve ever called a friend a nabey cheebai straight to her face before. i did today.



dear diary.

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I'm not like those immature bitches who think they know everything. I dont dress to impress.I dont wear expensive make-ups & branded stuff to attract.

Siti 'Aishah
07 February.
taken by Zul Azhar; awesome!




without a single word.



went away.


Alnissa♥
Cheryl♥
Fadhlin Sakina♥
Yaya♥



your smile.


April 2010
June 2010
September 2010
October 2010
December 2010
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011


shake it.







won't regret.

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