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I Am Nurul Huda


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March 31, 2009, 3/31/2009 01:03:00 AM

This is what the call holiday.
Sleep late, Wake up late, Eat, Watch Tv, Loitering around and Smoke Throw money.
Gosh. Only god knows what my feeling now.
Handphone on demam mode like the owner.
Can't even tell if it's sneezing or shivering.
Mom said I'm eating like a lady.
Dad said I'm sleeping like a princess.
Actually none of it is true.
Holly crap N.huda. I'm just typing for the sake of boredness in mind.
Everyone is leading a life.
Me? I'm digging for a life. Much worried about love life.

*Hafiz... where are we going with our relationship? I'm just following the flow.
*Mr Q... I'm sorry but I can't.