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ah, la peaceful melodies Y


Friday, September 29, 2006
Y9:42 PM
It's a Friday and usually I busy myself with text messages, arranging plans for the upcoming busy weekend. Scheduled for beloved friends to watch movies, buy birthday presents, meet up just to take a breather. And usually I'll text A be it when the named is over the moon or just plain devastated. Usually it's on a Friday when I shake my legs, exhausted from the hectic week and just basically moan to my mother and siblings.

But the only difference is that these things never really happen anymore.

What's been pretty much the same is that I'm drained out.

Thanks to syed isa aljuffry, the potential politician who gives great advices
(except for the banning of SI thats absurd). Burns my eye (: You takecare too, you.
Thanks to suhaila alias hassan for listening and being there, I luv you.

I desperately wish to do tarawih prayers once I can fast.


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