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bfyen
Wednesday, October 8, 2008

it's been 3 days not a single word of "sayang" uttered to me.
=..(
didn't he love me?
or
im just being so emo.

im happy that my bfyen found a new job.
the job looks wonderful coz "they" allowed the Muslims to pray.
no shifts. fixed time. and it's a 5 day/week job. *two thumbs up*
syukur alhamdulillah.
may this job gives bfyen many returns..insya ALLAH.

everytym i think about bfyen past..tears keep on rolling down my puffy cheeks.
especially when bfyen acting this way towards me, my feelings get worst.
how i wish he knows what i feel now.
how i wish i can let my heart out.
how i wish i can tell him the truth. my wants!

usually i wud see bfyen at my workplace.
miss his presence.
on my way home, i would smile in my heart thinking & reminisced the memories we've created.
sitting at the busstop alone, it's killing me!

i spent my lunch time reading on his previous sms-es.
=)

i miss my sayang!
maybe i should be patience.
maybe i should be more understanding.
maybe i should control my emotions.


cinta itu ibarat kentut...
ditahan jadi gelisah...
dilepaskan jadi penasaran....

hehehe.


writtern @8:02 PM