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Nur Atiqah Binte Mohd Ali
Fangs and tempting body art
i'm young don't worry,HAH.
att/attiqah
-Someday,a vampire will show up
and ask me for a date.
Monday, January 19, 2009 5:01 AM

aku sayang kamu berdue ehh.ingaaattt.
cullen ngan tikus
tikus, baby sanchiko, cullen

hello.
fun day today. but little of fed up with mr tan!
he shouted at my face like i am at another block.
i just go to him only to ask about dismissal.
and then he shouted.i feel like kicking his face.
and you know, after alot of him shouting,
when i'm sitting on the floor, i shouted back saying
things that is "takperlu"haha.baek ar.tan kene balek!

and ummmmmm.after that, netball.....hehhe.
seniors went to rp to see match, but we do self training.
with sec ones.hehe i love them.serious.ehhehe.
and and, after whateva drills, we clean up and bath.
then stayed up at dunno what block until 7.30,
otw home, i passed alot of groups,e.g:banglas,bapoks,
mat reps,thailand workers and lastly, mascular
american school boys.fulermak..haha.and naseb baek,
if not i am alone and its so dark and so sunyi and so
cold and so ngeriii.at this hour, i seriously wanted to
be walked home.hmmmmmmmm.

back home, badnews, my uncle died, my mom's brother.
and i can see that shes really holding her tears tightly while she
cooked me dinner and prepared things for me and brother
to stay home while she and dad go visit uncle, at hospital, i think.
mommy, don sad okay.