I need your Sway.

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

he was having his thoughts when she came in.
there's wind.
wind blowing her hair as she entered the room.
and it made his heart beat faster and faster and feeling butterflies in his stomach.
he got all nervous again.
very very nervous.

& he knew he was in love.
with her.

alright.
random post but but.

school's almost out and i can't wait to see myself somewhere during the hols.
but let's go through the exam first okay Aiman and not talk about holidays yet?
lol.

okay, why am i talking to myself?

Labels: it's not in order.

8:02 PM

Love.

Hello there.

Aiman

Mua.

I'm Awesome. Okay, done.

Sound Tastebuds.

Here you go.

GO.

Afifah

Azri

Fifa

Ifah

Khairi

Mike

Muna

Zati

Rants

Let's look back.

That's it.

Shaddie