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Ya, Allah aku bersyukur atas segala nikmat yang kau kurniakan kepadaku. Kumohon agar kau berikanlah kami kejayaan untuk SPM ini. Ya Robb, andainya dia tercipta untukku,kekalkan hubungan kami. .Amin.

Topics on Sunday #2
Sunday, November 20, 2011 | 4:57 AM | 0 comments



Assalamualaikum &hai ;D
Ya, my newbie bloggie.

Really make me satisfied.
Double clap to me.

Today's topic:


B.a.c.k.s.t.a.b.b.e.r.s.

This world is a challenge.
For those who doesnt strong enough.
Will loose.

Nowadays, no more trusted person.

Trustless.
Hopeless.

Even your friend.
These three jelly-type of boys had make us suffer.

4 years together.
Bailing,gaining all sorts of goods and bads.
Cried,played,ate,sang,danced.
Having exam,sharing A to Z.
Scolded.

I remember the time that we first entering the college.
Everyone looks so messy especially me.
Tears here and there.
No smile at all.

A week having Orientation.
Starts to know each other.
Called my name.

'Didi'

I remember the moment we having a lifetime-of-setanic much.
The second year of our appearance there.
Here came our new friends, Qiwamuddin Naim, Izzat.

Ya. We're increased.

I remember the hard-to-forget scene.
That we're cried together at Sri Julok.
A place full of Lalats.

I remember the time a week before PMR that we eating-non-stop.
In front of the academics block.

I remember the time that I've been asked to crawl on the field.
With Fatin Syakila.
We stepped on the rumput.
This must be our Pak Pin.

I remember the time that Im late to attend our meeting every Sunday.
The teachers bla-bla-bla giving advices.
We're punished to Ketuk Ketampi 10 times.

I remember the moment my classmate and I had been punished again.
Outside out the class.
Sitting on the mat and having our Smarties with the Arabians homework.

Yes, I remember all.

But, why this happens to us?
Losing 8 friends who so-needed by us.
The friens that have their own attitude.

Pathetic.
Terrible.
Annoying.

HAHA,

We'll be missing that.
The guy in Yale 4.
Those shame-high-level guys.

The joker in Al-Azhar 4.
With his dummies.
Curly hair.
Dating 25 hours with our 'Lompat Kijanger'.

Our leader.
Our patriach.
Our friend.
Our taiko rugby.

Its happened, and cannot be regret anymore.

Dear my friends, be strong,be tough.
We're enough to prove that we're right.
Together we fight,together we unite.
Striving all A's for next year SPM ;)

Mostly, I Love My Batch <3

ps# Be careful to trust somebody.









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