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Harini balik kampung. Bertolak dr rumah pkul 7 pagi. Sampai dkt kampung, g breakfast dulu.. Then baru g rumah opah atuk. Dah sampai, lepak2 dengan opah atuk, bapa sedara dan sepupu2.. Dah lunch sama2 baru g sungai.. Tapi x bawa baju lebih lor. Thats why main2 air je. Tu pun basah seluar. Sebab petang dalam around 5 balik kl dah. Apa2 pun best la lepak kt kampung. Dah lama x having fun cm arini~ Thats all. Penat gile nk taip.

Hello everyone

I noticed that I don't talk to a lot of people that I used to talk to. I just miss some people that I used to talk to. So if you are an old friend or even a current friend please reply to this blog or message me in any form.
Thanks, bye. xo

Congrats Helena.

Got her text message. She will going to Melaka this July. Hmmmm :(
Helena, You're best friends. I'm sorry that it seems as if we don't communicate as well as we used to, but I want you to know that I'm always here for you. You've been my best friend for about a dozen years or so now, and I know that it'll remain like that for a very long time. You're a great person Helena, make sure you remember that.

Syirah.. Jangan belajar jauh2 tauuu.. I miss & love you

Poem for best friends.

What Comes Of Tomorrow
by Christine
Joy is what fills the heart of they
which hold within the mysteries of a friend
A passion unknown unto words
Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one
And from their eyes diamonds fall,
So precious every one
Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow
And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow
Priceless
Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear
Comforting now to know that they are near
Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar
And feel within their hearts
A passion so much more
As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes
What comes of tomorrow
My friend's lost paradise
And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart
There is a joy inside
To know the joy of a dawning start
Standing there beside them on that road to paradise
We say farewell and weep
Knowing they must also compromise
And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear
Please take with you these memories.
Then from the eyes,
Your tear.



Between The Miles
by Heather Stoop
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.

Between the miles-
if you need me.
If you need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.