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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Prom.

He's mine eh!
He looks a bit like --------- haha.


In the taxi otw to the Pines country club.
Gen.
Irah Rush.
Mic.






I really love the lightings because, not only it makes me feel as though i'm in a club but the raver lights made me miss taking e. Lova-lova the lightings.
Linsa would love this!!





In ira.s car on the way to bb.


2am at bb interchange.

My hair is like belah pepek but who cares! So tired!
These are some pictures from prom.
So how do you think was my prom? It was memorable. I actually learn that i could jump and dance like a crazy person with my heels. How unfashionable.
I head off to bkt batok to ton after that.
Reached home at only 5am.
I need to sleep like right now because i'm working in the night shift tomorrow.
Erghghghg. Bye!