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Heyy. I'm a girl called Nur Syahirah. Young Eighteen. I am half ice-cream, half-candy and half-human. I have a sweet tooth.
I'll punch the daylights outta you if you give me bitter chocolate uh. I love dancing and acting. The world is my stage. I love my families&friends.
I think I talk too much but people love me for it!

18 March 2008 @ Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Ohhh kau lagik(you again!)
hahahas.
Today,assembly.I just hate it man.I just have to force myself to open my eye bigbig n my mouth shutshut.The teacher is like talking about things very important but i think none of my Malay students are listening attentively.I was sleeping halfway.I was so shock after i saw hidayah crying.I was like wtf.I comfort me n showered my love to her.I wont tell any about my lesson because is very boring.signs:)
After that we having our elective module meeting,i decided to take culinary skills.It is because i love cooking.After that bump into sexaye chella n friends.Eat my lunch with them.Blablablablablabla.Drama starts!Ohh mann,our public performance is like 1 more month.OMG!our full dress rehearsal at that place is like on the 1,2 n 3rd April after school 4pm-9pm.is farking tiring.GOSHHHH!MY GOD!My schedule is very tight right now.That's why i dont want to stress myself up with working so i decided not to work.I am sorry :(.i scare i cant cope.Drama makes me go ulalalalalal.School make me turn into a monkey.Understand?fuhhh.Nasid aku single if not, no time for boyfie and i super hate it when i have a boyfie when i don't spent time with him.Mid year exam is coming up,early may i guess,.Fark it mann.Time goes very fast.Turning fifteen in 4 more months?!SHITSHIT.Today is 18th?is syafiqah birthday.HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYANG!&&& ARWAH LONG ALI 1 YEAR.god bless you,i really miss you so much.

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I confess
Here on my knee before high heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high heaven,
I love your son.
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love.
Be not offended, for it hurts not him
That he is loved of me. I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit,
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Yet in this captious and intensible sieve
I still pour in the waters of my love
And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worshipper
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do; but if yourself,
Whose agèd honor cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and Love, O, then give pity
To her whose state is such that cannot choose
But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.