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Sunday, March 15, 2009




here's a lil something for my bitch friend,

one person leaving in 16 more days.
one person i see day in day out for the past 9 months.
one person who screams at me and is okay having me to scream back.
one person who makes me go 'hey pompuan' or 'eh bitch' every weekday.
one person tt makes my lunch when i'm lazy.
one person tt goes screamin 'daddy!!' and 'Mahanee!!' when shes angry.
one person who goes keblakang pusing at any mamat handsome who passes by.
one person tt makes us laugh with her dumb dumb ness.
one person who sends my time sheet.
one person whom i can pakat with at work.
one person who became a friend instantly since day 1.
one friend who understands.
one friend whom i could share.
one friend i couldn't and wouldn't share with anyone.
one friend who is leaving for a brighter future.
My friend, Fizah.

Dear bitch,
Having meeting you day in and out for pass 9 months has indeed left a huge change in my everyday life. The screams and ramblings definately is an everyday thing for us. The many things shared and the bond with the oldies at work is one tough thing to crack.

With Mahanee always by our side and feeding us with every positive thing she has gone through and also not forgetting feeding our ever hungry stomachs. hail chicken wings. Her ever contagious laughter and voice over of atok n nenek will still be hilarious to us 5 years down the road. Plus our dosage of coke and soy milk. Arnolds, Long John and banquet chicken wings. The list can go on forever i believe. Our singing sessions plus the ever classic withdrawal tt the radio ended up on the tracks. I'm sure its a treasure, the crazy things we did during our outings with her and the 3 boys.

Adding on to that bundle of joy, our forever concern Daddy Rashid. Always reminding us every little detail tt we should or shouldn't do and also made sure no one bothered his gurls and always on the look out. Remember what he said and did when tt something happen to you at TAM? How angry he was at so and so. How he advised. How he made us to be cautious since. Not forgetting his forever selambe - ness and pure sarcasm never fail to make us scream at him. His nonsense during withdrawal and always trying to join us in search for our mamat ensem while he does his pretty lady sight seeing on the platform. We sure do love every bit of his presence.

Not forgetting our other dear rocker uncle riken who never fails to make us laugh with his hilarious acts and dance moves. How he teaches us indirectly to work hard and do for what we belief. Our Uncle Dol and Papa Wilson's story session . The many things they shared with us and the power kedemak and the endless search for the best briyani.

oh boy i just can't carry on any further. haha u know i know. but oh well just so you know that since i left school making new friends seemed oh so difficult. Not only my circle of friends are guys but yet i did manage to do so with you. 9 months sounds so short but they things we shared i believe is so great . somethings i didn't have a chance to do so. For the record, i'll never regret the day we met for a new world was born and i'm glad i shared a wonderful journey with you. I believe we have many more adventures and the best things in life to share with.

love,
HASSY


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