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Saturday, October 16, 2004

tears are feelings we cant sae,
tears mean that u care,
tears are mixed emotions,
tears mean more than tears

ur aftermath after leaving me ws 1 of d worst feelings ive ever had...

spend my day with 3 lovely people. met fana and spend a few hours at the lib and walking ard parkway. gosh i cant believe that we have been frens for like..ancient times ahhaa..love her lots! den met zam pass him his pics. la la la den ah *highlight of the day* met darling jo. gosh i miss her madness. hehehez i actuallie came out with a theory to why puase is called fasting ahaha..its because rite..k, imagine a malay guy, looking at the clock and chanting "fast, fast, fast". den comes along his fren, "eh, why u fast-ing" GET IT? kahwkahkwhka the lamenesss~ den we shared so much. stories n stories. love u jo.

zaiton, u and ur cetak rompak! i haven do malay homework which i was suppose to hand up on FRIDAY *gasps*..ah..

u know that people can forget all the sweet memories they had. but will always remember the bad ones. why is it like that? i guess, it had left a great impact. and maybe, when u forget the bad ones, remember the good ones it will lead u to remember the bad ones again. isnt it like a vicious cycle. ah. actuallie, aiyah. life is filled with all these memorise...just.......

10:51:00 pm

Anahraf El Diab
I wish i could say that i'm unique and different but that would be a lie. from my mom, i stole her features, her attitude and 1/5 of her strength. i kinda ripped of my dad's hairstyle and that obviously isnt a choice. i think i would be a fashion disaster or a real girly girl if it werent for my brother and thank god for that. at the same time, i would have been naive and maybe a boy if it werent for my sister. hur hur. the rest of me, i picked it up somewhere along the way thru my 19 years old journey and that is what u gotta find out.


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