for the heavens are bestowed on your mother's feet.



HAPPY 50-odd birthday,MUMMY!

When it comes to you,I don't know where to begin.

I think to start with..if there weren't you,there wouldn't be me.I won't possibly know what that 9months felt like,at least not till a baby of mine starts coming out from below.

We had times where we were lost and uncertain.To add to that,we didn't know what communication was.Sure,we spoke but we never really talked.But look at us now,Mum..

Each time my gaze cast upon your face,I pray you'd always be safe.As a child,I used to tell you not to 'depart to the heavens'.It just merely meant,"I hope you'd always be by my side"..and that you did.

Despite how much trouble I've brought upon myself and the family,you've always been there for me.No matter how much you've raved,I always know it was because you cared.And I know,like finally Nis,that I'd always be loved by you..No matter what.

And I love you too,Ibu.

we want some merry-making



HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY,
BIG BROTHER 'O MINE!

You and I both know that ours is a love/hate relationship.We may have had our fights which included brutality,but we had our fits of laughter as well.

In this family,it is especially you who've taught me the most.Through your move through education and work,you've taught me social skills and all about being gutsy.Through your funny entics,you've taught me the importance of family and a kind of love.

May you live nong nong,with truckloads of joy and love.I also pray you hurry up and get a girlfriend (a to-be-wife and not those you call for a 10mins chat eh),so that you would stop singing your Thai songs to irritate the out of me.

For once,I hope you read this thing.
I love you.

-

With no books or references,it was not much of a productive day with the Makcik today.We managed only to ooze afew ideas for our water feature.

"A Night at The Museum" was an a-okay movie,with spits of very lame jokes to amuse mostly the kids.The humour was just way too dry to send me into tummy-aching laughter.

And we thought,"How could anything go wrong with Robin Williams in it?"Boy,did we thought wrong or what.

-

Now that you're around again,
I forgot how it's like before.

almost as good as sex.

You know you're going to laugh till you pee,when it's sheesha with half-drunk boys.Except this time round,I didn't end up so 'tipsy' as before.The only think I regret is not having gone to the Ladies before going home and lying to mum.I know,bad girl.

(Well..half a lie.I was at work,except having a store meeting and not working till late.God please forgive me).

I just kissed her goodnight.
I love you,mummy..and daddy.And abang.

Have I mentioned before that all their birthdays are this month?Dad's on the 7th,which we had bad Mak's food but good family-bonding time.My brother's on the 29th and the day after,for Mummy.This year,she'd be celebrating it somewhere in the midst of Indonesia.

Dad : Reversible belt from Marks&Spencer (check.)
Abang : Visual Suspex tee
Mummy : Green purse from Marks&Spencer

Discussion with Makcik Malyna at Starbucks for our LD project tomorrow.Heaps of fun topped with bitching..and hopefully fruitful.Then it's probably "Night at The Musuem" with Memekman.

mental note/s:

Make plans with people I've missed before I run out of holiday bliss

To the Ladies after every sheesha session!

Goodnight Singapore.
Happy holidays loves!

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO THE 'CHINA' MAN

okay,go.

Another (very) wet day today.And by that,I am not pertaining the word to any activity that is erotic of sort.It's just all the non-stop "melted-snow" (you'd know what I'm talking about,if you heard Dan&Young this afternoon).

I'm still on holiday but 2weeks has been burned by all the activities labeled "FAMILY",leaving me down with less than a week.Besides the rain,money's an issue because all my retail theraphy's been done.So unless someone's gonna hug me warm and bring me a cup of hot cocoa with marshies..

Rain + Being Broke = Stay-in (insert sad face)

CSI's on.



random thought:
Pussy boys should go through facials,to prepare themselves for NS.

i was right the first time round.

It was all laid before me,like neatly-folded laundry that has been stacked according to who uses what.It was all written and corrected like an edited article,leaving me to only read and understand.

Yet despite all that,I chose to tilt myself towards being ignorant.To not notice the real truth,the one that your eyes constantly sparkle about.The one which led me to complicate things between us,a disguise for the one who's actually at fault.

You said you've moved on but we all know otherwise.There wasn't even a need to squeeze the story out of you,because everything had been inscribed on your chisel-face.And it didn't matter that you lied to me.But lying to yourself?Boy,that's just plain sad and I feel sorry for you.

Well,good luck in getting her back.
Love.

me to you.

You are a complication.
You tend to complicate issues.
You get too attached to people.
You say,but you don't mean.
You say and you don't do.
You think you know,but you don't.
You repeat your mistake,like a broken record.
You forgot about self-loving.
You drown in self-loathing.

That's from me to you.

-

We cut the many pieces of time for the people we love,sometimes wasting on the people we hate (though I don't know why anyone would do this).The next thing you know,there's nothing left.

Blog and diary entries aren't much of a meditating moment,but they'd have to do..for now.At least I know,I'm a step away from another breakdown.So this is my way,of having a piece of the pie for myself.

I'm sorry if I led you on,into thinking that it's for you.
What a disappointment huh?

pitter-patter all night.

With their infamous hosts (who are fugly of sort),bimbo catfights and plastic "chapters".Now..how exactly is that suppose to appeal sane teenage girls,like ourselves?

"Girls Out Loud" is fucking stupid.
Like "are you fucking kidding me?"

-

The monsoon season's here and it's been pouring crazy for the past few days.Sucha nice weather to be in shorts and sweats,cuddled up with that certain someone.

Speaking of certain someone's..

CONGRATS TO NUR SYAHIDAH AND MOHAMAD SUBRI,
ON THEIR MARRIAGE (17 Dec 2006)


It's been a long day,
time to say goodnight now.
<3

self-manipulation.

Despite the previous post being beyond stupid and pathetic,there was no effort to resist.I just couldn't help it..

And fuck.


-THOU SHALT NOT HAVE MAK'S PLACE AFTER 9PM-

Chubby cheeks.Check.
Huge ass.Check.
Bulging tummy.Check.

Felt as if my stomach's about to go boom any second.Then looking at my reflection just now,only upset me further because the visual reflected back a 'pregnant' girl.This must be the retribution for taunting me brother of being so damn boncit (even though ths truth,and nothing but the truth).

No point jogging/running long distances because
1) I lack the stamina and
2) it makes my boobs hurt.

I'll just roller-blade my fat off.
Okay,that sounds funny (HAH).

if only.

I can't help thinking that it could be you,
to be the one to make my sorrowful days joyful again.

The one to give a white rose,
just so you'd see my smile again.

The one to hug me,
just because.



-

Now you'd be wishing,I still had the previous post up.

Happy birthday,JASMI

First up..Happy birthday to Mr.Casanova.Wishing you happy days of skirt-chasing,club-hopping and everything legal.May your wonderful wishes and fantasizing dreams come true.

<3

-

"Baby,maybe you're the one."

you don't have to.

You don't have to make sure I'm well.
You don't have to call me every night.
You don't have to send me to work.
You don't have to kiss me goodbye.
You don't have to say "I Love You".

Because she's who you love..
And maybe this isn't Love,but just Lust.

-

It was sun-shining awhile back,but now the terrifying grey clouds are taking over.They're threatening with lightning bolts,loud booms of thunder and massive rainfall.

I'm supposed to be a tad bit terrified.
But the funny thing is..

The very sight of it all brings bear-hugging comfort.As if those clouds were balls of blue-gray cotten candy,waiting to be eaten.That they're something marvellous,being masked by the utter opposite.

Beauty in the breakdown.

i'll be her shadow.

Another kiss,another hug,
another game,another play.
There no longer are happy endings,
everyday's just any other day.

Kisses no longer bear meaning,
Love's just a game.
Our last date,baby..
Then things will never be the same.

and this is my forte.

It is only through modules like IAC (Individual and the Community) and COMT (Communictaion Toolkit,aka English),could I easily bullshit my way through like singing the ABC's.

Looksie here.

-

Do you see any purpose in getting married? If yes, what is the purpose of getting married? If no, why?

There is without a doubt that marriage has its value. It is in the nature of every woman, to yearn the security and love that a marriage would bring. This not only promotes the mental and emotional health, but also the physical.

Only in marriage could we have the certainty that that special someone is for us only, that he/she is able to be there for comfort and emotional de-stress. They are there at our strongest, and also our weaknesses, sometimes overcoming our fears.

In Islam, marriage is a blessing. It would also be a blessing to those who are keen on having children. Marriage branches out to commitment, trust, love and communication..the basic to every person’s character, making us a better person.

Name 3 family values that you think are important to a family. Why do you think they are important?

Communication, Trust, Love.

Where trust is concern, comes mutual understanding and respect. Most of the time, quarrels or fights are the epitome of the lack of these values. They are the key factors to abstaining a close relationship between spouses and between parents and their children.

There ought to also be communication, because it is essential to having a close-knit family. The lack of communication, which most of us have trouble with, would result to having misunderstandings. Misunderstandings would then lead to the nasty exchange of words.

Last but not least, and most important, is love. It is the base to any and every relationship. Without it, there’ll be nothing. It is because of love that we want to change ourselves. That, if possible, we’d want to make a better place for the people we love. It is because of love that we want to make things work.

-

Was out shopping today,coming home with bloody good bargains.

Authentic 2nd-hand Abercrombie top,$10

One-of-a-kind top by Visual Suspex,$18

2 La Senza lingerie,half price

Ripples leather-brown slips,$15.90

I'm zee bomb.
Wee?

uncle bo the man,yo!

There goes my A for Floristry.
Blame my stupid assumptions.

It'll be when my thoughts will get the best of me,leaving me in misery for what would seem like forever.That's when I'll learn my lesson.When it bites me in my perky arse,making me keep in mind that assumptions suck.They're useless thoughts that should have no existence of any sort.

Anyway..There's a gathering at Starbucks One Fullerton for our 10th anniversary tomorrow,which also means I've to be up in 2hours from now.So why am I still up,penning down the unnecessary?Good question.

Oh yeah.
Was on for closing just now and I got this really cool taxi uncle to drive me home (in the company cab,of course).He blasted "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child,just because it reminded him of his "wonderful" departure with his ex-wife.God knows what happened but describing him as someone fun,that'd just be too much of an understaement.

me: "Uncle,I didn't get your name just now."
him: "My name ah?People call me Ju."
me: (interupts)"Ju..?What the hell.Sounds like a girl's name.."
him: "Wait la.I wasn't done."
me: "Oh okay..sorry la."
him: "My name..Some people call me 'Ju',some call me 'Bo'.."

Go figure.

-

Before I forget..

ANYONE UP FOR LIME FLEA MARKET
THIS SUNDAY?CALL ME!




{mental note: new layout!}

cash registers go ring-a-ling.

Well,there goes my Plant Hydrophonics and Nutrition (PHYN)..Then again,it means that I've one CT left before I have the luxury of enjoying the 3weeks of holidays.

For COMT (Communication Toolkit aka English) tomorrow,my class would be attending a suposed-seminar where we listen to a foreigner talk about our island's greatness.Or at least,that's what "Makcik" Malyna says.

That module is absolutely redundent,I tell you.We go into class either not listening to the teacher,or we let her talk to the class of sleeping students.

I wanna go on a spree and go "dance".


Alright fine,you caught me.
This is an entry with no purpose.



{mental note: it suddenly occure dto me that this layout's ugly and that it needs a change..oh well.another time}

the un-noticed.

I must be out of my mind,uploading a new skin for this "thing" (as I call it now),at this hour.Not a problem if I don't have school tomorrow,or hmm..a test tomorrow,which would count for a hefty 15%.My eyes ought to be gazed on the scribbled notes for PHYN's common test tomorrow,if not gazed on the back of me eyelids.

You must be yawning now.
All bored from the mere lines above?
Hmm..Let me see now..

I caught Happy Feet yesterday.
(Comment: Annoying ending.But nonetheless,entertaining dancing and hilarious little penguins)

I bought 2 tops from Dorothy Perkins today,plus 2 absolutely adorable undies for 5bucks.
(Comment: I can't wait to put 'em on)

Black and white would pretty much be an understatement,sweetheart.No,what one-winged angel?The previous post was just the epitome of having not meet the people who I miss oh-so-dearly:(

Yes,my apology to all my fans out there who bother to type in my URL but to receive nothing out of it in the end.However,yours truly is nonetheless a happy girl..and that's all that matters isn't it?



Oh hello,Nutrient Defiencies and Toxicity!

i wanna kiss you.

Tonight would be another night..
Another,without you.

25o788;NP-HLM
[msn] silverbubble_gal@hotmail.com

-
I always wonder what it'd be like..
To be able to sleep amongst the clouds.

for the heavens are bestowed on your mother's feet.



HAPPY 50-odd birthday,MUMMY!

When it comes to you,I don't know where to begin.

I think to start with..if there weren't you,there wouldn't be me.I won't possibly know what that 9months felt like,at least not till a baby of mine starts coming out from below.

We had times where we were lost and uncertain.To add to that,we didn't know what communication was.Sure,we spoke but we never really talked.But look at us now,Mum..

Each time my gaze cast upon your face,I pray you'd always be safe.As a child,I used to tell you not to 'depart to the heavens'.It just merely meant,"I hope you'd always be by my side"..and that you did.

Despite how much trouble I've brought upon myself and the family,you've always been there for me.No matter how much you've raved,I always know it was because you cared.And I know,like finally Nis,that I'd always be loved by you..No matter what.

And I love you too,Ibu.

we want some merry-making



HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY,
BIG BROTHER 'O MINE!

You and I both know that ours is a love/hate relationship.We may have had our fights which included brutality,but we had our fits of laughter as well.

In this family,it is especially you who've taught me the most.Through your move through education and work,you've taught me social skills and all about being gutsy.Through your funny entics,you've taught me the importance of family and a kind of love.

May you live nong nong,with truckloads of joy and love.I also pray you hurry up and get a girlfriend (a to-be-wife and not those you call for a 10mins chat eh),so that you would stop singing your Thai songs to irritate the out of me.

For once,I hope you read this thing.
I love you.

-

With no books or references,it was not much of a productive day with the Makcik today.We managed only to ooze afew ideas for our water feature.

"A Night at The Museum" was an a-okay movie,with spits of very lame jokes to amuse mostly the kids.The humour was just way too dry to send me into tummy-aching laughter.

And we thought,"How could anything go wrong with Robin Williams in it?"Boy,did we thought wrong or what.

-

Now that you're around again,
I forgot how it's like before.

almost as good as sex.

You know you're going to laugh till you pee,when it's sheesha with half-drunk boys.Except this time round,I didn't end up so 'tipsy' as before.The only think I regret is not having gone to the Ladies before going home and lying to mum.I know,bad girl.

(Well..half a lie.I was at work,except having a store meeting and not working till late.God please forgive me).

I just kissed her goodnight.
I love you,mummy..and daddy.And abang.

Have I mentioned before that all their birthdays are this month?Dad's on the 7th,which we had bad Mak's food but good family-bonding time.My brother's on the 29th and the day after,for Mummy.This year,she'd be celebrating it somewhere in the midst of Indonesia.

Dad : Reversible belt from Marks&Spencer (check.)
Abang : Visual Suspex tee
Mummy : Green purse from Marks&Spencer

Discussion with Makcik Malyna at Starbucks for our LD project tomorrow.Heaps of fun topped with bitching..and hopefully fruitful.Then it's probably "Night at The Musuem" with Memekman.

mental note/s:

Make plans with people I've missed before I run out of holiday bliss

To the Ladies after every sheesha session!

Goodnight Singapore.
Happy holidays loves!

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO THE 'CHINA' MAN

okay,go.

Another (very) wet day today.And by that,I am not pertaining the word to any activity that is erotic of sort.It's just all the non-stop "melted-snow" (you'd know what I'm talking about,if you heard Dan&Young this afternoon).

I'm still on holiday but 2weeks has been burned by all the activities labeled "FAMILY",leaving me down with less than a week.Besides the rain,money's an issue because all my retail theraphy's been done.So unless someone's gonna hug me warm and bring me a cup of hot cocoa with marshies..

Rain + Being Broke = Stay-in (insert sad face)

CSI's on.



random thought:
Pussy boys should go through facials,to prepare themselves for NS.

i was right the first time round.

It was all laid before me,like neatly-folded laundry that has been stacked according to who uses what.It was all written and corrected like an edited article,leaving me to only read and understand.

Yet despite all that,I chose to tilt myself towards being ignorant.To not notice the real truth,the one that your eyes constantly sparkle about.The one which led me to complicate things between us,a disguise for the one who's actually at fault.

You said you've moved on but we all know otherwise.There wasn't even a need to squeeze the story out of you,because everything had been inscribed on your chisel-face.And it didn't matter that you lied to me.But lying to yourself?Boy,that's just plain sad and I feel sorry for you.

Well,good luck in getting her back.
Love.

me to you.

You are a complication.
You tend to complicate issues.
You get too attached to people.
You say,but you don't mean.
You say and you don't do.
You think you know,but you don't.
You repeat your mistake,like a broken record.
You forgot about self-loving.
You drown in self-loathing.

That's from me to you.

-

We cut the many pieces of time for the people we love,sometimes wasting on the people we hate (though I don't know why anyone would do this).The next thing you know,there's nothing left.

Blog and diary entries aren't much of a meditating moment,but they'd have to do..for now.At least I know,I'm a step away from another breakdown.So this is my way,of having a piece of the pie for myself.

I'm sorry if I led you on,into thinking that it's for you.
What a disappointment huh?

pitter-patter all night.

With their infamous hosts (who are fugly of sort),bimbo catfights and plastic "chapters".Now..how exactly is that suppose to appeal sane teenage girls,like ourselves?

"Girls Out Loud" is fucking stupid.
Like "are you fucking kidding me?"

-

The monsoon season's here and it's been pouring crazy for the past few days.Sucha nice weather to be in shorts and sweats,cuddled up with that certain someone.

Speaking of certain someone's..

CONGRATS TO NUR SYAHIDAH AND MOHAMAD SUBRI,
ON THEIR MARRIAGE (17 Dec 2006)


It's been a long day,
time to say goodnight now.
<3

self-manipulation.

Despite the previous post being beyond stupid and pathetic,there was no effort to resist.I just couldn't help it..

And fuck.


-THOU SHALT NOT HAVE MAK'S PLACE AFTER 9PM-

Chubby cheeks.Check.
Huge ass.Check.
Bulging tummy.Check.

Felt as if my stomach's about to go boom any second.Then looking at my reflection just now,only upset me further because the visual reflected back a 'pregnant' girl.This must be the retribution for taunting me brother of being so damn boncit (even though ths truth,and nothing but the truth).

No point jogging/running long distances because
1) I lack the stamina and
2) it makes my boobs hurt.

I'll just roller-blade my fat off.
Okay,that sounds funny (HAH).

if only.

I can't help thinking that it could be you,
to be the one to make my sorrowful days joyful again.

The one to give a white rose,
just so you'd see my smile again.

The one to hug me,
just because.



-

Now you'd be wishing,I still had the previous post up.

Happy birthday,JASMI

First up..Happy birthday to Mr.Casanova.Wishing you happy days of skirt-chasing,club-hopping and everything legal.May your wonderful wishes and fantasizing dreams come true.

<3

-

"Baby,maybe you're the one."

you don't have to.

You don't have to make sure I'm well.
You don't have to call me every night.
You don't have to send me to work.
You don't have to kiss me goodbye.
You don't have to say "I Love You".

Because she's who you love..
And maybe this isn't Love,but just Lust.

-

It was sun-shining awhile back,but now the terrifying grey clouds are taking over.They're threatening with lightning bolts,loud booms of thunder and massive rainfall.

I'm supposed to be a tad bit terrified.
But the funny thing is..

The very sight of it all brings bear-hugging comfort.As if those clouds were balls of blue-gray cotten candy,waiting to be eaten.That they're something marvellous,being masked by the utter opposite.

Beauty in the breakdown.

i'll be her shadow.

Another kiss,another hug,
another game,another play.
There no longer are happy endings,
everyday's just any other day.

Kisses no longer bear meaning,
Love's just a game.
Our last date,baby..
Then things will never be the same.

and this is my forte.

It is only through modules like IAC (Individual and the Community) and COMT (Communictaion Toolkit,aka English),could I easily bullshit my way through like singing the ABC's.

Looksie here.

-

Do you see any purpose in getting married? If yes, what is the purpose of getting married? If no, why?

There is without a doubt that marriage has its value. It is in the nature of every woman, to yearn the security and love that a marriage would bring. This not only promotes the mental and emotional health, but also the physical.

Only in marriage could we have the certainty that that special someone is for us only, that he/she is able to be there for comfort and emotional de-stress. They are there at our strongest, and also our weaknesses, sometimes overcoming our fears.

In Islam, marriage is a blessing. It would also be a blessing to those who are keen on having children. Marriage branches out to commitment, trust, love and communication..the basic to every person’s character, making us a better person.

Name 3 family values that you think are important to a family. Why do you think they are important?

Communication, Trust, Love.

Where trust is concern, comes mutual understanding and respect. Most of the time, quarrels or fights are the epitome of the lack of these values. They are the key factors to abstaining a close relationship between spouses and between parents and their children.

There ought to also be communication, because it is essential to having a close-knit family. The lack of communication, which most of us have trouble with, would result to having misunderstandings. Misunderstandings would then lead to the nasty exchange of words.

Last but not least, and most important, is love. It is the base to any and every relationship. Without it, there’ll be nothing. It is because of love that we want to change ourselves. That, if possible, we’d want to make a better place for the people we love. It is because of love that we want to make things work.

-

Was out shopping today,coming home with bloody good bargains.

Authentic 2nd-hand Abercrombie top,$10

One-of-a-kind top by Visual Suspex,$18

2 La Senza lingerie,half price

Ripples leather-brown slips,$15.90

I'm zee bomb.
Wee?

uncle bo the man,yo!

There goes my A for Floristry.
Blame my stupid assumptions.

It'll be when my thoughts will get the best of me,leaving me in misery for what would seem like forever.That's when I'll learn my lesson.When it bites me in my perky arse,making me keep in mind that assumptions suck.They're useless thoughts that should have no existence of any sort.

Anyway..There's a gathering at Starbucks One Fullerton for our 10th anniversary tomorrow,which also means I've to be up in 2hours from now.So why am I still up,penning down the unnecessary?Good question.

Oh yeah.
Was on for closing just now and I got this really cool taxi uncle to drive me home (in the company cab,of course).He blasted "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child,just because it reminded him of his "wonderful" departure with his ex-wife.God knows what happened but describing him as someone fun,that'd just be too much of an understaement.

me: "Uncle,I didn't get your name just now."
him: "My name ah?People call me Ju."
me: (interupts)"Ju..?What the hell.Sounds like a girl's name.."
him: "Wait la.I wasn't done."
me: "Oh okay..sorry la."
him: "My name..Some people call me 'Ju',some call me 'Bo'.."

Go figure.

-

Before I forget..

ANYONE UP FOR LIME FLEA MARKET
THIS SUNDAY?CALL ME!




{mental note: new layout!}

cash registers go ring-a-ling.

Well,there goes my Plant Hydrophonics and Nutrition (PHYN)..Then again,it means that I've one CT left before I have the luxury of enjoying the 3weeks of holidays.

For COMT (Communication Toolkit aka English) tomorrow,my class would be attending a suposed-seminar where we listen to a foreigner talk about our island's greatness.Or at least,that's what "Makcik" Malyna says.

That module is absolutely redundent,I tell you.We go into class either not listening to the teacher,or we let her talk to the class of sleeping students.

I wanna go on a spree and go "dance".


Alright fine,you caught me.
This is an entry with no purpose.



{mental note: it suddenly occure dto me that this layout's ugly and that it needs a change..oh well.another time}

the un-noticed.

I must be out of my mind,uploading a new skin for this "thing" (as I call it now),at this hour.Not a problem if I don't have school tomorrow,or hmm..a test tomorrow,which would count for a hefty 15%.My eyes ought to be gazed on the scribbled notes for PHYN's common test tomorrow,if not gazed on the back of me eyelids.

You must be yawning now.
All bored from the mere lines above?
Hmm..Let me see now..

I caught Happy Feet yesterday.
(Comment: Annoying ending.But nonetheless,entertaining dancing and hilarious little penguins)

I bought 2 tops from Dorothy Perkins today,plus 2 absolutely adorable undies for 5bucks.
(Comment: I can't wait to put 'em on)

Black and white would pretty much be an understatement,sweetheart.No,what one-winged angel?The previous post was just the epitome of having not meet the people who I miss oh-so-dearly:(

Yes,my apology to all my fans out there who bother to type in my URL but to receive nothing out of it in the end.However,yours truly is nonetheless a happy girl..and that's all that matters isn't it?



Oh hello,Nutrient Defiencies and Toxicity!

i wanna kiss you.

Tonight would be another night..
Another,without you.

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adilin
aisha
ahmad
azhar
charlene
dan.tan
farhan
feez
gz
hafiz
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hidayah
ilyasaa
jenn
jonathan
kak ira
khai.nizam
lis
malynaa
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mj
shaz
sheena
syadez
wenxiang
zaba


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ebigshoppingbag
fashionparade
flirtydolly
Flutter Runway
highway55
hocuspocusing
indyfindy
jumpingaway
littleredheels
lustfactory
miss-junkys
myladyslove
my springfling
nellyjoy
ohvola
SGSALE
stepbangdoor
studioFrost
SWOP
tracyeinny
The Red Wagon
theLadieshouse
VISUALSUSPEX
waddleHop
xthecloset

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