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Oh you're.....here? Well.. um. My name is Intan, I guess everyone knows little about me. Basically an introvert though that barrier will be broken if we get to know more about each other. I'm always open for new experiences. Current passion is drawings portraits :) Have a fun splash here, stalkers.
Dear Diary....Journal!!!!
20091224 | 2:55 PM | 1 letters
Reading back my old diary. 2006-2009. Exactly...*count*..3 years.

Been 3 years and I still can't count with my head. :P What a Gemini I am. (_ _)

Haven't written anything in my old diary since I left in at home. Poor diary..thought about writing all of my thoughts there..

About the 2010 diary.. in a few more days.. Should I call it as a diary?

I am getting older. And thinking about bringing it to skool.. should i? That is one of the main reason. I don't want my friends to think of it as diary. probably end up bein the weirdo in class...like always. :)

Hurm, next year diary...is called as a journal. -.- No more "dear diary" this.."dear diary" dat.. juz makes me think about dairy milk. lol dunno why laaa...

My new 2010 book is not that fancy. It's just a simple green book with the word peace on it. Is this a sign I will write things nicely in it? o-o

Actually, I have a VERY pretty book that I wanted it to be my "journal".

BUT...my careless personality ruins everything. :P Didn't read this thing that says:-

NO PRINTING LINE

ᅲᅲ I've expected something was going wrong. The price was only RM 15 or so! And it was a very pretty one too...I even bought a special pen for it..my mom and sis use it to poke their nose,armpits etc.. --+ The pen at the end has this finger and the index finger was pointed out..

Allah tried to stop me from buying it by making me forget where I hid it(went to get more money from bank*).. But i was too stubborn. ==

My head feels dizzy now.. Not gonna think about it.. =D

That pretty book*tears*is gonna be my comic book. +_+ I might scan it if u want to!!

Ha, there's not even many ppl reading this boring blog..=P

* bank= Parents. My mom was there with me.

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