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Sitting by a fire on a lonely night,
Hanging over from another good time..
With another girl.. Little dirty girl..


Friday, March 27, 2009 @ 10:50 PM.

Hahahaha, so apparently, Miss Nurul Huda also aka Mrs Rossi, has been asking me why don't I see the need to update my blog. And apparently, she claims that I HAVE alot to blog about because alot has been happening. HAHA. She knows me better than I do. LOL.

- masnurulazurin said:
what do you want me to blog about?

∂ινασƒѕσяяσω® said:
your birthday! the strings of happy thots, happy places and happy happy happy happpyyyy people
no more sad and angry lil miss lembab fat boy
oops.

So yes, she wants me to update about my birthday and happy happy happy moments and yes, she calls me a fat boy.

Soooooo.. On my birthday.. Well, firstly, thanks to everyone who remembered (whether or not they got notifications and alert from livejournal or facebook or whatever. lol.)! Thanks to Nurul Huda who bought me a piece of brownie with a tiara on the top cos she can't seem to bake one herself, like the one we saw on the Internet the other day. It's okay. The substitute's gooood. (:

and and and. Rauf (which was one hell of a surprise) gave me a pair of movie vouchers and a pretty little card and a nice little poem, especially the last part which he said if Huda were to bully me on my birthday, I'll just need to fry her in a pan. But Huda NEVER bullies me, it's more of the other way round. So I didn't get to fry her.

Didn't get to celebrate much on that day itself, cos I had to go to my uncle's place to attend a marhaban for his wedding the next day and a doa selamat for me. Awww.

Next day, was the wedding. And I fell in love, and the infatuation caused me to do one of the stupidest things ever. (:




Sunday was even better! My luck was good, I managed to get what I want. Though there were ALOT of risks involved during the attempt. Some would know about this. *hint hint*

And thank you Elaine Chongy and Sufian for the pretty pretty bangles! :D

And after work that day, Nabil, Sherlynn, Ruiteck and P.K planned a birthday celebration for me at Hard Rock Cafe! Cool shit or whaaaat. :D It was the worst, and the best celebration ever! :D Shall just upload a few pictures here. Others are up on facebook. Someone should really wipe off that silly grin off my face.



Anddddddd. On Monday, it was Jap food with the girls! Now, you tell me if I should be a happy girl or not. :D











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Mas Nurul Azurin ♥
19 years old, 20th March.
Nanyang Polytechnic.
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