:: the author ::

she was borned on the December 8th, 1990 at Aman Maternity Home & Clinic made her 16 years old now. still studying as a Form 4 student in BJ High School, Penang. the youngest girl among 2 other brothers, loves music and photo editting. with 160 cm of height, and 55 kg of weight, she loves seafoods and
mocha ice blended

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:: the music ::


Plain White T's - A Lonely September
 

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:: the blogs i read ::

Forgotten Chapters by Riz
Monkeys With Tarter Sauce
by Azhan Rabi
Through This Eyes by Hui Wen
The Storyteller by Yasmin Ahmad
Ashraf Sinclair by Ashraf Daniel Sinclair
The Glory Of It All by Daniel Henry
*Gol & Gincu*
Official Blog
What I Call My Life
by Kevin Zahri
Its Better Up Here by Melissa Maureen Rizal
The Life & Style Of Sazzy by Sazzy Falak
Beyond Aqasha by Aqasha
Razalicious
by Razaleigh Zain

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Saturday, December 16, 2006
Friends

Many people will walk in and out of your life.
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;

To handle others, use your heart.

Anger is only one letter short of danger
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.

He, who loses money, loses much;
He, who loses a friend, loses much more;
He, who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others
You can't live long enough to make them all
yourself.

Friends, you and me...
You brought another friend...
And then there were 3...
We started our group...
Our circle of friends...
And like that circle...
There is no beginning or end...

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
That is why it is called the present.



 

myzzover posted at 12:31:07 pm

 

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