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I FELT THE ANGELS CRY
I am a girl, born on 26th April 1995 and goes by the name, Nurul Aini.I love to do many things random and love to laugh a lot. My hobbies include taking random photos of people, stalking celebrities on twitter, writing random shoutouts on random people`s fb page, grooving to the songs in my mp3, blogging about my dailies, eating at Macs, go shopping when i`m broke and texting people. I treasure every single moment with my loved ones cuz they`re the ones i can`t live without. Love makes the world go round, so spread the love. <: |
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Goodbye to You.
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Heart so painful. and empty.
 Dear Cikgu, I am missing you so badly right now. I wish I could speak to you, listen to your endless jokes, see you smile, or just seeing you walk towards my direction just like you've always did before. These little things are what made me remember you the most. I know I may be the most annoying student because I talked and crapped too much in Malay classes but I know you love me a lot, but you just don't wanna admit it, right? :P I was hoping that you'd continue teaching the eight of us in HMT again next year, but it seems impossible now. And we're all really, really sad. We've cried so much, but we realize it's not gonna make you come back. So I'm keeping you in my prayers, always praying for your best. I know you're in a better place now, and I know that Allah loves you more. It's just that all these are too sudden for me. As I'm typing these, tears are flowing down. I can't help thinking of you. I miss you so much! I know you wouldn't want all of us to cry over you, so I'll try to stay strong. All that's left behind are memories of you. Cikgu, please visit me in my dreams some time. I really want to meet you again. Love, me. |