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Marina
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

.Those were the days.


Roshni- the bomb, after so many years finally she straightened her hair.
Ayu- the forever busy babe, the cheerleader, the kakak of the group.
Shikin- the baby, the one who will always wait for us outside our class.
Syasya- her fringe thingy, the "feelers", im sure none of us could forget tt.
Zizi- the babe with both looks n brains, we used to always fall for the same guy. haha.
Liyana- the anugerah skrin babe. used to be n still is.
Mardhiah- the loud one, the tomboy, the bawang, the athelete, the crazy one.
Maisarah- the one tt we used to hate n forever bitching abt esp abt her skirt. haha.
Fatin- the minah, i mean USED to be a minah. haha. when she's moody no one dares to talk to her

Its been almost 7 years babes. 7 memorable years. From the time we get caught for the fountain thingy, to those study periods we had in the library, to the going to the nearby shop n eating our lunch at the void deck, to those times we had in the Jodoh.com, to those time where we all will go to syasya house and make our own music videos, to the dancework competitions, and many more. I doubt i will forget even a single moment spent with u girls.

No wonder they say tt "It is during the secondary school time where all the fun is. "

Anyways remember our dreams? to make sure tt our children will be able to grow up together, n be just like us. I hope it will come true. I miss u mamasitas suicide dollies.

For now, lets plan an outing shall we??