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YOU
the last romance

FEEZA AJ
seventeen, pink obsseser, all-time bully and a fantatabulous rockstar!
rewind my past
Please do not remove the credits thanks.


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the song I used to play


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tagboard
the words we all said


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the sources of love

Designer : DEAD-dolliie

Tuesday, July 7, 2009
the stories that happened yesterday

happy sweet 17th birthday to my sister, Alus. you're getting bigger and taller. oh how i wish i was taller than you. sigh. well, be good sister and wish you all the best. and dont cut your hair till youre told to do so. thats what my dad said to her and maybe to me too.

Big but, im fuckolutely, seriously, desperately need to cut my hair. please daddy. :( pendek sebahu saja bah. its still okay. it will be the last hairdo for this year bah. So please? mama said okay already. dad was like, at first okay then not okay then okay again. like what. haha. Dad ah? please. SIGH.

To respected parties, if you feel like i was talking craps about you behind your back, you shouldnt feel that way. Because i have my life to live on and got other works to do than just wasting my time talking asses. so dont bullshit me, peace.

Pjass loves icecreams.

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