Twentysixthfebruary.

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Ain's shutterfly
Ain
Afiq
Asreen
Azimah
Maria
Yanie
Danial
Huda
Ili
Suliani
Yasmin The Storyteller

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My Walk

a Wednesday, April 16, 2008 b

Tunnel.No.Not that TUNNEL.

Too much is going on. Too many happenings. Distractions. Work. Stress.(somehow stress always come after work, aye?) Feel as though we're in KPE...A zillion times longer. Worse is? We're only able to drive thru at 50 instead of 70. Freaking long way to go. Just for that beautiful sunshine. Would not it be wonderful if we can do something at the very thought of it. Without having to weight matters out. Just know that, we want it, we love it, we wanna live like it. But then again, reality bites. At times, life doesn't make sense. Can we elevate up? Instead of crawling thru?

Patience where are you...........?

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