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‘‘Radiya Aqilah Irdina Nurania’’
RAIN
once broken considered gone


Private blog of: Radiya Aqilah Irdina Nurania
Society established: June 2008
Place of meet: Pasir Ris Primary School
You ain't awesome if you ain't one of us.
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Conferences
boom whatcha say




Acquaintances
back to the streets where we began

♥Radiya ♥Aqilah ♥Irdina ♥Nurania

♥Izaan ♥Insyirah ♥Stephanie ♥Alyaa ♥Nabilah ♥Jinghan ♥Syahirah ♥Amanina ♥Jessica ♥Maryam Sach ♥Nadja ♥Qian Yi ♥Jurah ♥Haziqah

Archives
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November 2008
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November 2009
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March 2010
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May 2011
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Credits
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Designer: electro-pop%
Icons: cablelines / leen
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Inspiration: denise
Quote: shawn
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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Hello People!
I know, it's been ages since I've last posted. School isn't as hectic as yours Didie. Yeah, and my sense of merepekness is deteriorating, without Dids and Lala. Ughhh.. But still, my sick mind is still as good as last time. And, I had even forgotten what Tahicatch was. I made lotsa friends, in my new school I guess. Got Idiot(she calls me Stupid SarDina) and since then we decided to become frienemies. Then still got moorre. I seldom call their real names.The seniors are nice. I love my angel. :) One thing I like about going to a girls' school is that, we're like one big family. If mixed school, the seniors all like heck care one. Then no distractions. :D Oh yeah, my b'day is coming! You three must wish me ok! Don't forget! If not, I shall haunt ya all. Let's see who will remember this Respectable President's birthday.
Oh Didie, I've received my own letter. I read it, but I din't cry. I laughed. Don't know why. Oh, and I will resign from being a PRESIDENT(but u can still call me that), a mindfreak and a wandering spirit.
From this day onwards, call me Idiot, Surgeon Maggi or Dina.
Ehhkk! I strongly discourage you from calling me idiot. Coz, only certain people can call me that. Only the RAIN people, Idiot and...??
BUT! I beg you to call me DINA. That's my real name what! And I am PROUD of it.
Gtg. I want to study. Got CA. I know, I'm VERY diligent and studious.

Dada!
& Surgeon Maggi is currently dead.


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