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One day, when you're down and out, I wanna hug you like that.
Monday, February 04, 2008
sitting on a table during lunch beside a group of ns army men, wasnt hot.OK.
they got to see my sick face.
eating so clumsily.
wats worst they kept looking and smiling at us.
eating.
me.
us.
the next thing when we are about to leave.....
one of the guys' keys dropped..
and nurul almost got hook.
we exchanged email instead.
nurul just refuse to give numbers.
great ah...
"ooohh.. i'm.... nurul"
sigh....
deprived ns army men.(they were from the guards)
cute but deprived.
I want 
!!@ 11:52 PM
nurul<3.forever 21.
jvs.rp.university of wollongong.
indie bands. rock bands. soccer. aerospace.
my side kick, my life, my heart and lover railey moheeddin <3 as always
gimme your stuff
entries;
the ME;
links;
sayout your stuff;
others;
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