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Hello.Liyana binte Abdul Samad.Temasek Poly.18 years young.15 Aug 1990.<3


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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Friday, December 12, 2008
to NATASHA ABDUL RASHID,


if you're reading this, you must know that i miss you. i really do. it has come to the point where i can just breakdown and cry. especially after reading your blog, which, apparently, i didnt know of until i randomly, by the grace of God, stumbled upon it, which saddens me. and to find out that i've missed out alot on whatever's been happening in your blissful life with your one and only andik imran. to find out that you were sick, and you went for a job interview, and you went to watch a movie, to find out all of that from reading your blog, i feel very sad. sad because i miss the times it was only the both of us. because i was always the one who got the news first.i WAS.but now im not.im not jealous my dear, mind you. but im just heartbroken. we as humans, we dont realize how ignorant we are towards the ones dearest to our hearts, until one day it hits us, and we realize that we've missed out on alot. it's like i was sent away to exile island (in terms of Survivor lah) and i only find out that i've missed out on all the juicy back-stabbing details when i return to camp. now, as i am typing out this entry, my heart is crying. how i wish it could be like it used to. maybe not exactly like how it used to, but something like that. because now i understand we both have our other halves, or shall i say, partners. i admit i've been very occupied with school and whatnots. no one is to blamed here, but i hope we can compromise, or rather manage our time better. for the sake of what used to be. for the sake of the bond that we have. for the sake of the good ol' times. for i, Liyana binte Abdul Samad, know that whether rain or shine, black or white, sweet or sour, will still love you unconditionally. even if we're faraway or i seem to temporarily 'disappear', please know that you're always on my mind and i always pray for your health, your safety and your happiness.

to think that we're living just one bus stop away from each other, it's insane!

i shall end here.

i love you Natasha.

Sincerely from
your cousin, your madasa, your sister,

with love.
(: