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i own wiselion, melli and melo.

Saturday, May 30, 2009 @ about 6:45 PM
it's speach!


meet Speach, the new lion on board!
meet my new watch from Tatiri! (it's real!!!! =D)
meet a mini and gold version of my trumpet!
my trumpet's called Mallet and it's silver!
Mallet the trumpet! =D
this mini one will be called Vallet (?!)
because Vania got it for me for my 16th birthday.




i acted as Hatadi Haziq's number one fan for a day,
and this is the outcome:
an autograph. =/


Ahdila cannot stop making fun of me because this.
"WATCH OUT! NRSYAZ'S WACKY WORLD"
that was when i was eight or something!!!!
of course i thought it was cool,
having a wacky world and whatnot
but now it all seems silly.
because im cooler now B-)
ROFLMAO


one-quarter of my wardrobe.
jimat lah, zany, seriously.



Diploma in Creative Writing.
my heart burns with vehement desire.
still, i'm flunking practically every subject.
tell me there's some hope for me.


and really, im tired from doing malay latihans all afternoon.
that is why i went around my room taking random pictures.
and then i got bored of that so i lay on the cold wooden floor
and befriended the ants.
they live in my hair now.
and the weather's perfect today.
the skies are on my side (=


and dearest sadistic tutor,
let's pretend you didn't give me that cruel dare.
hahahaha



nowadays, my blog entries are a disappointment, no?
sorry lionlionwiselion



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