tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post7882321664166994402..comments2023-10-12T15:50:18.378+08:00Comments on Slip of tongue: A little girl I once knewsafwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11054008276475696868noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post-85348494873270869922008-12-10T19:50:00.000+08:002008-12-10T19:50:00.000+08:00to irma: insyaAllah!to anonymous: daripada tak kha...to irma: insyaAllah!<BR/><BR/>to anonymous: daripada tak khatam langsung? orang tak pandai baca langsung walopon umor sama ngan aku pon ade tau?<BR/><BR/>to diyana: in my case, I can just remember her heights and her teeth. rongak.<BR/><BR/>to kayne: thx..will be kinda hard coz i've forgotten how she looks like.... i can only remember her heights....hahahasafwanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11054008276475696868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post-24274236194452320392008-12-10T16:02:00.000+08:002008-12-10T16:02:00.000+08:00al-fatihahur lucky to have met such a strong girlw...al-fatihah<BR/>ur lucky to have met such a strong girl<BR/>wish u can see her again =]A s h i k i nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15674928954773842312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post-22396716325200134112008-12-09T18:55:00.000+08:002008-12-09T18:55:00.000+08:00Al-Fatihah to her family.It's okay. I khatam twice...Al-Fatihah to her family.<BR/><BR/>It's okay. I khatam twice. Once at sekolah agama (unofficially as reciting Quran in front of viewers other than ustaz/ustazah gives me the creeps) and once during mengaji class. <BR/><BR/>Irma's right. It's better late than never. Me, despite khatam twice I still baca merangkak-rangkak. I don't know why.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I have felt something like that as well. When I was about 3, 4 or 5 years old. My mom would take my bro and I swimming the club where she always plays golf with my dad. One day, we met up with her friend and her two sons. I find her friend very pretty and nice. I became fast friends with her older son and he was like 10, 12, 15, 17 years old, somewhere around that age.<BR/><BR/>He's a very nice guy. Sweet even. I'm not sure what we talked about but we talked and I enjoyed his company. Unfortunately, that was the first and the last time I saw him. I wonder how he's doing right now.<BR/><BR/>Just like you, I don't remember his name. Worse, I don't even remember his face! All I remembered was that he wore white, very fair with spiky hair.<BR/><BR/>Oh well. At least I remember how his mom looks like.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post-37545377074221930662008-12-09T18:34:00.000+08:002008-12-09T18:34:00.000+08:00baru khatam?kah kah kah!baru khatam?<BR/>kah kah kah!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129052969203463140.post-51587158169033405042008-12-09T09:45:00.000+08:002008-12-09T09:45:00.000+08:00but y? y y?y jgn tnya? y?hahahaha. :Dbetter late t...but y? y y?<BR/>y jgn tnya? y?<BR/>hahahaha. :D<BR/><BR/>better late than never.<BR/>n baik skit2 bca dri xbca lgsg.<BR/>trskn membaca. :)<BR/><BR/>she's so strong. mbe jgk faktor igt2 llupa suma kngn dia ngan kga dia.<BR/>i meant she's too small so otak blm berkmbg sepnhnya.<BR/><BR/>da way we take over kematian ialah berbeza.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com