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.Tuesday, March 09, 2010 ' 8:18 PM Y
ive been down for the past few days due to some pple. i wonder why pple keep on pestering me whereby i never ever wanna knoe anything abt theirs. haiz.

i wonder why pple would want to disgrace me like as if im not a human being. talk about all those things that could upset me. im like what~ they dun have anything better to do other than talking about me and wats make me sick and tired is that i keep on hearing all the good stuff abt them coming out from their mouth. THEIR OWN MOUTH.

haha. boastful. wat a world. btw, to compare my life and yours, mine is way way way better than yours. i have a man that doesnt really care wat other might think about me or wat others said abt me. he believe in me. he makes me stand up high on my on feet. i am so proud of him. whereby you, you have a choosy one that marks why u have to maintain every single thing in your life.

im so sick and tired of this. you dun have to say everything infront of my fiance. cus i dun want him to have a bad impression of me and i dun wan him to be ashame. you pple are just sooo sick and retarded. i have nothing much to say to all these pple.

fuck off and get a life. dun just sit there and gossip about me, bitch. get a fucking life.

pheww!

end this here.






sunday was the day where both of us will meet each other. i always hope that sunday will never end cus i wan him to be here with me every sec in my life. i always hope that time will not tick so fast. cus u know from monday to sat, he is busy working. 2 job. morning as a maintance, and night as a valet driver. wat else can i say, he always explain to me why he did this. i felt touch whenever he remind me again and again. saying that he did this for our future.
i want this to happen. insyaAllah.
i want a break. a getaway. but, it never happen to me. how i wish i could travel with him, just the two of us.
honeymoon?
haha.
anyways. i love him more and more. more than yesterday each day.
:)
abang, (yes.....) i MISS YOU!
HAHA.

yours truly, hidayah.






THE LOVE-ED ONE;Y

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

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