Till we meet again, my friend.

And so i bid not farewell, but " À bientôt" to all my fellow sisters. It is so hard to say goodbye to them who had illustrated the five years of my high school.To those who I love, cherish and have the honor of befriending, Thank you for your kindness, and everything that was said and done.

I am so gonna cry during graduation.


If, only if Time could freeze for me, I would frozen our moments together: laughing at silly jokes, teasing teachers, groups studying, discussing anime, chatting randomly, crying, comforting each other, arguing over little matter....All these fragments of memories, what prices would it be needed to make them alive again?

My friends...my dear, dear friends. No words,not any words, nor language or whatever so may convey my uttermost sadness and unwillingness to part with all of you.So much, so much would i like to say, but then when i tried to put in in words, I felt emotions " that do often lie too deep for tears" that I am speechless of how to express myself... Would tears be sufficient?

Forgive me, mon ami, for possessing a tied tongue and over-efficient tear glands.

Dear, dear God, with all my heart, please, please let not our sisterly bonds be frayed by the passing of time. Even if, our chance of re-encounter in the future was minimus, I will always eagerly await the day of seeing once more: The familiar face, The warm, friendly greeting, The long unheard voice.....and everything, everything that had once touched me deeply, and will for:

Eternally.

I truly, and will always love you.


~ À bientôt,j'espère~ 24/10/2009

Mid-autumn….the time for reunions and family gatherings. Pity, really, the younger generations don’t really celebrate anymore….praying to the moon, carrying lantern running over the streets, singing ballads….what happened to them?

I felt at the verge of tears when I heard the radio DJ said: “When mooncakes boxes adapted a metallic smell; When Moon-watching are replaced by concerts, and When Mid-autumn festival lost it’s pristine flavors… .”

Time…takes away youths, beauty, age…and even traditions. There’s nothing that would escape the baptism of Time, isn’t it? As the saying goes: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust….and someday, when all the practices of our ancestors become nothing but faint memories of our forgotten parents eagerly waiting for returning feet by the door…….

“….Children nowadays don’t believe there’s a rabbit in the moon…Endless homework and computer games deafen their ear towards fairytales…When skyscrapers hide the aged moon….Make this a chance to tell your children…of the fairytales of long ago….”

Eating mooncakes, drinking tea…the full moon this year was hidden by her torrents of tears… and the Mankind world….would those apart would finally reunion?

Hurry, hurry back, Travelers of the World….there’s always someone who loved you waiting with bright aglow eyes and a faint beating heart at the doorsteps of somewhere you called Home.

Happy Mid-autumn.

A Great Storyteller.
A True Malaysian.

No other words suits her better than as above, for she, with her gentle hands and loving nature softly molded LOVE in it's most essential and elemental into priceless gifts that touches so many of us, regardless of age, religion and race.

Kerana Tuhan lebih sayangkan anda, Yasmin.*

Her sudden passing was an undescribable pain and sorrowful tragedy that all Malaysians must bear. Some much..some much have you gave us in hope of the harmony and unity that was of before... Yasmin....dengan ikhlas hatimu anda mengharapkan Malaysia yang begitu cantik sekali....*

"Jika anda berhadapan denga cabang-cabang dalam hidup...Pilihlah Kasih Sayng...Itulah mesej yang ingin saya sampaikan dalam semua filem saya..." *

Although many did not know you, but your message was deeply carved into our minds. Nameless you may remain, tapi kasih sayangmu tetap di hati watan-watan Malaysia...oleh itu, Yasmin, tidurlah dengan aman....*

Thank you Yasmin, for touching us all and bringing us together...as one Malaysia.

Goodbye, Yasmin.

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I would like to say....

Merci to all my fellow deviant friends who gave me so much in spite of my little effort and corresponds to repay you all of your kindness...

and my sincere apologies for my lateness in replies, comments and not-being-there when you needed me the most.....

PLease allow me to withdraw myself a little outwards...as this year is the great turning point of my life that i have to strive really hard...and less daydreaming makes me miss the joy and fun of being " special"

TO you, i give you all my heart. PLease be aware that I haven't forget you, not even once.

And I will be back.

"I am just one person, what can I do about global warming?
I try to be environmentally aware,
I try not to be wasteful,
I try to do the right thing,
Although I am just one person."

THIS SATURDAY 28 MARCH AT 8.30PM YOU CAN VOTE EARTH BY SWITCHING OFF YOUR LIGHTS FOR ONE HOUR - EARTH HOUR.
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" We do not inherit the earth from our forefathers, we merely borrowed it from our grandchildren."

A simple act of switching off your lights, as an individual or group will certainly aid the Earth climate change, even if the effects are just a weenie bit. Have you noticed that the nights are not as dark as before? The skies seems to be unable to be darken, and have a ghostly gleem about them. That is light pollution. Sooner or later, if we don't do sometime, there will be no more nights. Only day and " dark day"

YOU DONT' WANT A SKY WITHOUT STARS, DO YOU? DAY AND NIGHT MUST COEXIST TOGETHER, AND SO DO MANKIND AND EARTH.

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