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bitter sweet stories
written on Saturday, November 20, 2010 @ 11:07 PM ✈
hoose moments 're when my first enter 4D.. hmmmm......... such a quite noisy class but i love it that first persons i know 're nurul and zafirah n then, i know hannan as i'm always hanging out at their cube....DB004 it had been my daily check in hotel for almost a sem. hmmm.......... i miss that moment sharing a lot of narrative stories,singing...hahhaha zaff has a nice voice among us n she loves singing. we too love singing. i miss the moment we ate together and sleeping together.. hahhahha praying together n studying together. i really won't forget that do u remember it well,nurul my dear friend? we both washed the clothes in the middle night....hahhaha 2am i really miss this moment. while hanan loves to cry when there's a sad scene... hmm no need to worry my friend..we ,re here for you hmmm....... a cube turned into a broken-ship what about our men's story...hahhaha,funny right hahhahha,so sweet although it was such a mess,we were happy on that time.. hahhaha....... but now i'm a little upset i hope that zaff won't forget us... we love u all of heart zaff n we really2 miss the moment of us together when i enter the cube now... i feel a bit strange because it is just not like before hmm.....but i'm grateful as i have my truly friends that support me now. 2 nurul,hannan n zafirah thanks for being my first friends here n i love you so much... 2 dilaa,nuru,yarna,hannan n ayna thanks for being my friends as ever i love all of you sooo much.. u know girls.........In my friend, I find a second self. But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. 0 comment[s] | back to top |