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fazirafauzi.
07SEPTEMBER1994;
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Just brutally honest, not bitchy. i am nowhere perfect
i eat when im bored
i fall for boys
i am vunerable to believing lies
i make up excuses for everything
i have bestfriends and enemies
i have drama and memories
i am an average teenage girl♥



loves(S)..

feeza♥
farah♥
aishah
4a2 site♥
erlina♥
zee♥
annie♥
ina♥
adam♥
shadik♥
aini♥
wani
firdaus♥
fazliana
chika

music.


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com


adds??.

msn: fz_og@hotmail.com (its also my facebook email add.) :)

Me not you.

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Credits.

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

dear friends,
how's your life?
it's been a while since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of 'memory'our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory books so full.
the things we left unchanged are so many,
in this making of 'memory'

dear friends,
where have you been?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory? we live our lives now, differently.
we are, but for the making of another 'memory'

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