murad is still the sensible boy. in fact, not much has changed. tina, the mother of a one-month-old baby girl, is still bubbly and full of energy. sufaat and fauzan are still respectful.
it was quite emotional realizing that the kids who used to sit in my class are all grown ups now. the selfish side of me was most happy for zaid. seeing that he is
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all fine and kicking reaffirms that i must have done something right.
when do we hold on?
how much do we hold on?
when do we hold on?
how much do we hold on?
for how long do we do that?
who's right?
i'm finally moving on after 11 years. life is as beautiful as it can be, if we allow it to be. sometimes we try and we try and when it doesn't seem to work and we feel like giving up, there would be a voice somewhere to tell us: "let it go. it is but one of many. you've got to believe in the good side of things."
who's right?
i'm finally moving on after 11 years. life is as beautiful as it can be, if we allow it to be. sometimes we try and we try and when it doesn't seem to work and we feel like giving up, there would be a voice somewhere to tell us: "let it go. it is but one of many. you've got to believe in the good side of things."
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