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Eerah, thanks sayang. Friday, August 29, 2008 2:32 pm

When I didnt know who to turn to,
you were there lending me your ears,
listen to my cries & complaints.


After the fight, i seriously needed someone to confide in,
but i can't remember most of my close friends' number.
And i couldnt refer to my hp cos my mum confiscated it.
The only number that's stuck in my head was Eerah's & Apeque's, doinks.
I know i'm so bad. Number Yana pon aku tk ingt, hais, sorry b.
So i called Eerah, tkkn nk call Apeque plak kan, even though dia more or less tahu mcmane situation aku ngn mak aku.
Talked to her & she made me smile & laugh.
That's the reason why i love her so damn farking much.


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