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about me


Nurul Zawani Zainal Abidin
Am Twenty Till 12 October.
Always Look On The Bright Side.
Tall Yet Short.
Amazingly humorous.
Goes By The Book.
Easy Going, Friendly, Good Listener, Good advisor.
Paints Her World In Blue And Green.
Loves Chinese, Italian, Malay Cuisine.
Love chocies especially Minty ones.
Adores Shoes, FRENS, BABIES.
Abhors Backstabbers And Liars.
Love GOD and Iskhairy Haron

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ill grant you three wishes...
WHUD WILL IT BE?
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
8:12 AM

haloo...haloo...finished getting ready already..going out to the abang sedares house..so far all the way to pasir ris man..haiz nevermind aper nk buat pertolongan ku diperlukan disana..hehe well really gonna mishy my dear..i know i must not be sad and missing dear and all but this is what love is called and that the feeling of love and sadness is really hard to control but only i know how it really feels so anyway tata got to..probably will bloggie later at nite...

will always think of you
no matter where i am
its all about loving you
*winky wink..muackiez*