This is
it. I have no idea of what to write at this moment. After 3 weeks in IPBA without going home.. I can just feel nothing but tired. I mean, EXTREMELY tired. But one thing for sure, I am never tired of this miracle feeling - Missing them, Mama and Papa.
Mama & Papa. I wanna grow old with you~ ;) |
I
miss them when something really good happens, because they're the one I want to share it with.
I
miss them when something is troubling me, because they're the only one who understand
me so well.
I
miss them when I laugh and cry, because I know that they're the one who make my laughter grow and my tears
disappear.
I
miss them all the time, but I miss them the most when I lie awake at night and
think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other for those were some
of the best memorable times of my life.
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Uh, this
boy.. I also miss him, like a Sun misses a flower~
Come fetch Aunty Eika at IPBA~ |
Muhammad
Rayyan Darwisy! You are now 1!
(Last 11th April was his birthday~) Ehehe.
Aunty loves you~ Muah muah :*
Can't wait
to meet you again.
All days are
nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet XLIII
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet XLIII
*More posts will be updated. In sya ALLAH. Extremely
busy right now. x_x
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