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Thursday, June 18, 2009

It was like the world stopped turning in that instant. Like everyone around us had disappeared. Like everything at home was forgotten about. It was as if those few minutes on this world were created just for us and all we could do was look at each other. It was like she was seeing my face for the very first time. She looked confused but kind of amused. Exactly how I felt.

The song of Under Control was going on in my ears as I was reading page 93.
It seems like a moment of emotions for me.
Tears were about to flow any minute but I held on to it.
It felt the same.
It felt like yesteryears.
Oh, how blissful.

7:42 PM

Love.

Hello there.

Aiman

Mua.

I'm Awesome. Okay, done.

Sound Tastebuds.

Here you go.

GO.

Afifah

Azri

Fifa

Ifah

Khairi

Mike

Muna

Zati

Rants

Let's look back.

That's it.

Shaddie