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.Monday, May 04, 2009 ' 1:43 AM Y
SATURDAY


finally its the submission day. i was very very very tired that day. i couldnt think much, pray. thats all in my mind. i hoping for the best for my history. like seriously it could be just border line or worst, E. or even worst, FAIL. omg! no no no!

so as to get xtra pampered. i decided to rent car to jb. sooo the exciting can? like feel soo release after the whole journey in NAFA. all those sleepless night. omg. nightmare man! i miss dating sooo much, meeting up with my click. ouh man.. i miss it.

so so so, mum dad n me when to jb. just the three of us at first. its very funny i tell u. we dont have the white card to enter jb, so i just stop illegally inside the custom and ask my dad to run to the counter to ask for white card. so as he reached the car, all took out pen to write. me, i was speeding like hell. i think that was the worst handwriting ever! hahaha..

so after i finish writing, mum push it to me to write her. so said that she dun have spec to write as she cannot see clearly. but what makes me wonder is that, out of many things, she forget to bring her glasses but she brought her spec to wear. LOL.

ok next, my dad, after i finish writing my mum, i quickly grab my dad's card. and to my SUPRISE. u know what he wrote. LOL. he put his name and his address together. no wonder he was like complaining that he dun have enuf space to write. LOL. omg.










i am soo loving that car can? finally i drove that car. and i feel soo jakon, i even want to sit at the center seat infront. lol. klah. i am sooo the tired. just reached home from jb. its killing me. night lovely!

yours truly, hidayah.






THE LOVE-ED ONE;Y

hello. i am hidayah.
30 November 1987
happily attched to
my dear, omar.

SCREAM;TALKY



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