best frenz forever...

>> Kalau nk kenal nie la kwn baik pink daisy sejak dari sekolah menegah ag...sekarang ktorng dah tak 

belajar kt tmpt yg sama..tp ktorang stilll best frenz...farah belajar kt usim...sarah plak belajar kt uiam...jauh tp dekat dihati...ktorang still contact2 ag..call2..bersms...klau blik umh kt kg..mst p umh die...or die dtg umh pink daisy...cmtu laa al kisah nyer...sekarang ni farah da ade best frenz bru kt usim..sama la ngn sarah tu...best frenz sarah kt uiam skrg anisdina...klau nk knl die nti tgk gmbr die kt bwh..huhu...die tu comey sgt...dulu masa childhood sarah ade best frenz jgk..nama die nurul ain...die pn comey cam anis jgk..sama2 kechik..huhu...dulu maen sama2..accident pn sama2...nk taw accdent ape??..hehe...lucu klau ingt blik...ktorang jatuh dari basikal...trun bukit umh sarah...melayang jatuh ats jalan tar..hehe...sarah luka skit je..tp ain..truk gak rr...die luka kt bibir..cian die...setiap best frenz sarah mst ade kngn terindah...yg pasti sarah syg seme kwn sarah.. rapat ke tak rapat....sama je....<<

POEM FOR MY  BEST FRENZ

Kehilangan insan bernama abang....

>>> Adik beradik ku semakin berkurang dari 12 orang jd 10....

    masa aku xsempat ag dpt  bercakap aku dah kehilangan seorang...aku xsempat pn nk mengenalinya...

   dan...sekarang...masa aku dah terlebih pndai bercakap..aku kehilangan seorang lg abg...

   yg pasti dlu aku selalu gaduh dgn die..huhu..aku nie keras kepala ckit..xdgr kate...jd gtu ar...

   bile die dah xdop...ia jd sbgai peringatan kpda kte..bhwa kte semua pasti akn kembali kepada Pencipta kte...

   aku doakn semoga roh abg2 ku dicucuri rahmat...semoga Allah tempatkn mereka bersama solihin ..             Ameen ....aku sayang sgt kt family aku...Ya Rabb..jgn lah Engkau pecah belahkn kami...

  satukan lah hati2 kami Ya Rabb...semoga kami menjadi satu keluarga yg harmoni...Ameen Ya Rabbal Alamin...<<<

POEM..... myself....the road not taken..

   >>myself<<

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

         The road not taken....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.