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profile | with selfless faith.
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Friday, March 13, 2009 | 9:30 PM
the boy who sings me love songs <3

i went to school in the afternoon to collect my olevel cert. my grandma was warded in the hospital last night due to the sudden heart attack. i only found out about it today, how sad. i've gotta pay her a visit and i hope she'll get well soon, cause that's the most important thing right now.

i cant wait for orientation week (which is like in a month), eventhough im not totally prepared. oh, my mum thinks that im wasting my time at home/going out almost everyday. she goes on and on. but of course, im happier this way.

i havent been sleeping enough, lately. chatting on the phone with dear in the wee hours of the morning has been a routine. i sleep late yet i wake up early, for no reason. like nadiah said.."eight hours of sleep is soo not nurul." alright, im tired. a good massage would be fantastic :D byeee.