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Sweet n Sour of November

i have to blog tonite -- i said to myself when i realized that tomorrow is already December. Phew, few days left for 2011. Its been a tough year i guess.. for all aspects. Thank god we got it through.. but then this is not a post about 2011, still.. its supposed to be about November.

my sweet sweet november.

the overly known as november rain as well.

there were happy time, lovey time, sulky time and yea, trial and tribulation time. all the negativity should be assumed as the silver lining in each cloud. u know, its classic, right.
i got tested too. but i dont really feel like to blog it. its quite personal. i know, i have to handle my stress to live longer, and wiser. but then of course, still getting emo here n there. owh well... i wud always be an emo girl. no doubt about it, still ill be emo to certain people only lah. not all... why should i be emo to less significant person? seriously.... dats gedik ok.

so, yeah we have the new year of islamic calendar, and some might try to change to good and all. i dont know, i wanna carry all my loved ones to another year. another silaturrahim and yes, another level i guess? its really nice to know my man's real feeling for me. when i dont actually expect it.. seriously. all this time i thought i am the one who's head over heel for him. ( dats pretty cheesy.. ) but then, yea its good to know. i hope he wont stop loving me. and i hope i could make him happy, forever.

still, sad thing is.. i didnt see him this whole November month :( boo hoo hoo

i hate you november.

im goin to listen to november rain then!


... eh, gossip girl first.

x bisou bisou x
amylia

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