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You touched my heart

`Sweets profile.
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nineteen years old.
surrounded by great people.
"There's no place like home,
No family like mine.
& No Love like yours".
Quote for the day ; I can see you only from afar.



`Your shout.


`Spammers.
Zahirah Haron.
Kamilia Haron.
Michelle.
Syakillah.
Yuyu.
Nadiatul Afiqah.
Idil.
Nor Hisham.
Hyrude BenBen.
Norianah.
Nur Azimah.
Sunita.
Nurul Hani.
Ahmad Helmy.
Siti Fatimah.
Muhd Haikal.
Bob.
Hafizah.
Farhan.
Syazi.
Chermaine.

`Memories
January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 May 2010

`Misc.


MusicPlaylist
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Saturday, October 24, 2009 8:20 PM


There was a little boy whose first love was a young girl in a picture which he found and picked from the street. As time went by he got married, but still kept it. One day, the wife found it and asked,

"Where did you get this?"

The man said,

"I kept that since I was a child, why?"

The girl replied,

"I lost this picture when I was 9...

" This was one of the few short love stories I read online. I was touched by their stories. Though I've heard some stories before,it never fails to put a smile on me. Is being in love the greatest feeling? Does the world really revolves around us when we're in love? Are we somehow not like ourselves? This kinda questions keeps filling up my mind.I really wonder.Ohh well.Anyways,I've been feeling down due to some reasons.Not gonna elaborate much.Its personal anyways.I'll update soon again. Take Care everyone! Stay healthy.Ohh,here's another one <:


One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies.

The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night.

The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.

Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it.

"Without your love, I would die.

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