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.Sunday, March 29, 2009 ' 1:00 PM Y
im back from the chalet. it was fun. oh bbq is soo fattening. and i can feel the weight that i am carrying now. my bad for eating so much and my bad for having such a BIG APPETITE. haha. i will update those picture once i get it from joe. cpt cpt cpt send!

and suddenly, im nervous. nervous for whatever thing that is going on soon. issit me or just my instint? or issit the situation now? or issit wat it is gg to turn out to. i am sooo nervous. am i on the right track? i hope i am. i really do. i hope i choose the right one.

omar was there on fri n sat. he was supposed to work mornign shift but he called his work place and take urgent leave. and so does abg iwan. haha. they both pakat. sooo bad kann... ape nak jadi. haha.

families gathering is always fun. plus being ard with the makciks2 just make me feel good. im turning into one makcik soon. but not the kepo type. sick in the head lah tu. ashik gossip. aha. ( macam aku ker? )

aha. okok. well, everything goes fine during the chalet all of us enjoyed oursf.. we had breakfast together before leaving. and afganistan doesnt really serve good food. argh. bad bad bad. and i think tea tarik and air pasang is the best. :D

ok. bye i need to sleep. soo tired of driving from west to east and east to west. i wonder what the taxi driver feels. :(

yours truly, hidayah.






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hello. i am hidayah.
30 November 1987
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