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i'm your soul.

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Mysara, 17, a complicated teenager.

strike out.

There's more to me than meets the eye, and i don't need you to be the judge of that.

hearts talking.



alternative exits.

Acoi
Aini Yazurin
Aisyah Pahmi
Allya Syafiqah
Ashee
Dewi
Divya
Farah Rosni
Intan Ezzety
Jeremy
Maryam
Mee
Mei
Micha
Muqriz;brother
Myra;sister
Raihunt
Sarah Ibrahim
Shamim
Shari Elis
Syahirah Afiqah
Tiara Goodier
Tina Aisha


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Tuesday, December 16, 2008


yes, it was a huge success . despite that i 've lost my mood when i first arrived at the hotel due to the row i had with qayyum, the night was a memorable night :)
There were quite a number of people which i didn't expect that. Couldn't really figure out whether the number of outsiders were more than the number of schoolmates. I didn't care, i was just too busy enjoying the night. I didn't really eat much, with my incredibly ketat dress, you can't blame me. For the first few hours, it was quite boring. I was hoping that something interesting would happen soon. That's when it's time for the dancing. Almost everyone , especially the boys, were on the dancefloor. As you might guess, my girls were the first to make a fool out of themselves. the atmosphere wasn't like in a ballroom anymore, it was like being in a club. Yes, i danced, danced, danced, and danced even when my heels were killing me.
i'd definitely say it was THE NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS :)


To the commitees who have made all of these to be possible, you guys did a great job. :)
Malas nak type lagi. I'm bushed. For more pictures, check out my myspace .



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