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MY DIARY
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You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
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Escape to F r e e d o m;
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008 ,12:52 PM. The serenity of the majestic sea. Suddenly turned into a hungry monster. Just like the friendship of you and me. Which lost its status of friends forever. The calmness of the receeding shoreline. The beauty of starfishes washed ashore. Resembled the very feeling of mine. Like those after a war, minus the blood and gore. The children rushed, out of curiosity. Adults wondered, out of the blue. Our friendship was filled, with love and honesty. It made you feel like a slug.
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Escape to F r e e d o m;
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I'm sick of people. Saturday, October 4, 2008 ,10:11 PM. I'm sick of people. Trying to make me do what they want. I'm sick of people. Trying to be mine when they're not the one. I'm sick of people. Talking about who I'm not. I'm sick of people. Who's trying to make my life rot. I'm sick of people. Who always pushes me to my limit. I'm sick of people. Forcing me to do things when my heart's no in it. I'm sick of people. Trying to control my destiny. I'm sick of people. Who can't understand the real me.
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Escape to F r e e d o m;
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Sunday, August 23, 2009 ,8:58 AM. The stars rise with the night. The deep heart beats silently. A deep grudge grew inside. Never will it forget. The pain that happened. Neither will it fail to get. What it always wanted. Crawling out from the abyss. It shouted and swore. The time it’ll never miss. The time it will always remember and adore. Have they forgotten the heart they condemned? Fall they will one day. As the heart sits down and wait. For it’ll never always go their way. It never did the heart said.
ros-mawardah.blogspot.com
MY DIARY
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You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
ros-mawardah.blogspot.com
MY DIARY
http://ros-mawardah.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html
You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
ros-mawardah.blogspot.com
MY DIARY
http://ros-mawardah.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html
You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
ros-mawardah.blogspot.com
MY DIARY
http://ros-mawardah.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html
You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
ros-mawardah.blogspot.com
MY DIARY
http://ros-mawardah.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html
You know when you're reading a good book. If, for every page you turn. You'll find out that it's not the same as before. If, for every page you turn. You'll realise that you learn something new. If, after reading all the pages. The knowledge you gain can move a mountain. But, the best book of all. You'll never be able to read all the pages. You don't even know when to turn the pages. You, yourself is part of the book. And that book is called The World. Where every human is a page. Colours of my page.
