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Saturday, December 22, 2007


it's 3am but i still can't sleep. maybe cos i slept early last night, hitting the sack before 12. so i guess that pretty much explains me and my nocturnal dwelling of the internet.

anyway, received as SMS from farid just now. and he had a weird request. but i know what he's going through now, so anything for one of my close friends. even if it means baking on Christmas day at my house. well, anything as long as he's happy. if he wants hindi songs (like yesterday night, according to umai), i'll give it to him. as long as his request isn't bordering on the unthinkable (like walking out with flour instead of compact powder, umai's brilliant id-e-a), i won't mind.

so i told umai about his request and then she suddenly said about how we can bake cookies outdoor with cardboard and aluminium foil, thanks to her guides teacher. i was pretty sceptical, but seeing that you can fry an egg on a piece of reflective metal placed under direct sunlight, i'm accepting of it.

you know, after yesterday's outing with umai, what's with all the wasabi joke relived, i just suddenly thought about friends in the general term. to quote Dol from Salam Lebaran 2007, "Kawan ketawa senang dicari; kawan menangis sukar diganti" (loosely translated: friends who laugh with you are easy to find; but friends who cry with you are hard to replace)

i'm thankful that i have a lot of great friends in my life. race, religion and language isn't much of an issue - yes, the difference may hinder somehow, since those who are the same as you tends to be able to connect better with you cos they understand better. but whatever the case is, i'm just thankful that there are still people who i can really count on in dark times. friends who'll lend me their shoulders and their ears. friends who are willing to waste time on the internet to crap and keep me smiling.

to BC: i love you guys, really, although i don't show it. merry advanced christmas. see you all next year.

to farid and umai: nak dekat 10 tahun kita bersama. moga-moga persahabatan kita ini kekal abadi. dan aku sayangkan korang berdua banyak-banyak.

to PPG: 6 tahun bersama masa pri sch. sampai sekarang ni pun kita masih jugak dapat khabar and berita, walaupun setahun sekali. kitaorang dulu pernah rapat, pernah kam-ching gilerr. harap-harap suatu hari nanti kitaorang semua akan kam-ching giler macam dulu (: and walaupun sudah berzaman, aku masih sayangkan korang semua (sebagai kawan aje tau)
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this one is for Farid ONLY (tapi Umai, kau boleh baca):

Rid, aku faham apa yang kau tengah go through sekarang ni. tapi jangan risau tau, aku dengan umai akan selalu sokong kau dan tetap berada di sini untuk menangkapmu seandainya kau terjatuh. tapi kalau tersungkur tu, tak bolehlah..sebab nanti kau hempap kitaorang, daripada nak buat biskut, kau jadikan kita macam pancake pulak. dah, jangan sedih-sedih lagi. nanti kita pergi ntuc beli bahan buat biskut, camping kat rumah aku, tengok hindustan sambil bikin biskut coklat. mesti roboh rumah aku. haha. (ketawa. ketawa sekarang. cepat. ke-ta-wa. cepatttt. haa.. macam gitulah. ketawa kuat lagi. haa..bagus. jangan stop sampai tahun depan.)

this one is for Humaira ONLY (tapi Rid, kau boleh baca):

Umai, dahlah...jangan difikirkan sangat hal tu. yang penting, at least sekarang korang dah berbaik balik. lain kali diatu insensitive lagi, haa.. biar pekerja no.1 kau ni sembur dia sikit. lepas tu, kalau kau nak aku goreng popiah tu sampai hangus pun alright jugak (hehe..tapikan boss, lepas tu, kenalah up-kan pangkat and gaji ehh boss?)
plus, seandainya telefon kau tu buat hal lagi, marah dia. lepas tu jotos kepala dia sikit. ngada-ngada. kalau diperbuat daripada emas pun takpe jugak.

10:29 pm

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