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I Don't Need A Boy But I Need A Man.
Hey. Putri Rawiani is the name. Usually if you are not a Malay, you hardly pronounce it properly. I'm 19 living in a simple small world. ZeroSevenZeroFive, if you know what I mean. I don’t care if you’re black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. if you’re nice to me, i’ll be nice to you. simple as that.

Sweetdesires

Did I hear someone said "cheese" or "chocolate"?

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Part-time Job
THAT Macbook


Thursday, September 3, 2009


" Only God Knows "


I just recieved a msg from someone far. Really far. Far from my sight, but near to my heart.

His name is Bunan. He is the English Teacher for the orphanage there. He cried when we were leaving that day. He hug me, and gave me a piece of paper and said "Read once your feet touches Singapore's land" Weird ha. In the letter, He wrote " Helloh My Friend Putri, I love you. I am going to miss you so much. Thank you for the picture that you have given me. I will keep it and always remember you. Take care and don't forget me." Aww. It makes me wanna cry when I read the letter few moments ago. Long Lost Friend [!] IMISSYOUTOO [!]

I think I'm crazy. I didn't go for MT exams just now. I thought it was Saturday, and I woke up late. That was stupid I know. Whatever. & the worrying part is tt i have NO MC [!]

I miss those times when I was so close to you. I miss those times when we had our laughter. The way you comfort me. I miss those times when you call me "B" even when I'm not yours and even when you are attached. I miss those times when you put me as your first priority. I miss it when you say " B , D sayang B sia. D janji D tak kan tinggal kan B walau aper pun jadi. Aku sayang kau B". All those sweet msges you sent to be before we sleep. I guess time went too fast for meto even save the last words I've said to you. I guess I'm just a big burden to you that you couldn't fullfill what you've said to me before. This is hurting me day by day. You should know how precious you are to me.

School IS school. Nothing unusual except for the fact that I'll be hearing different kinds of nice and amazing stories from my best G. Without her, I CAN'T survive. She is my everything. If I were to be a guy, I'll marry her. Can you see how much I truely love her. I hope it's not a drama all these while. I can't take it anymore. She remained after all left. How I wish we can spent more time talking about the past. ILY ; Nur Syahirah.

Shafee Ouh Shafee : I'm gonna kill you when I meet you.

Eluno Sat Sat : Dha bli kan rokok dha (: Happy [?]

♥you don't need power to be yourself
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