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Farizah or Fa or Izah or whichever you prefer
17,I have funny and awesome quirks
I love to think of myself as a superhero
coz superheroes get the chance to save the day
I blog coz I want to have something that reminds me of everything that I did,yesterday today tomorrow
I have a diary for that,but I can't put shitloads of pictures in it
It'll grow fatttttttttt
But it's still my best friend
This blog's just for my own use
Btw
I hate spiders
And I’ll let you in on a secret;
I love myself


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Another year without that wise old smile I miss so much.
Tomorrow is Friday.And if it were any other Friday,he'd be cycling to our house after maghrib.He'd lock that bike,which currently is locked outside,at that pipe.We'd all be dreading the long hour(s) where we would ngaji.But alhamdulillah,at least I got something out of those dreaded hours.Not something,everything.After which is makan time,where there'll either be tulang or mee goreng mama.Yummm.Then he will smoke his pipe(?)(that's what they call it).
Lol at times I forgot that he's not home.Not anymore.But then I can't keep on forgetting,can I?It does not feel great.
Hmm...he had a good long life.

His watch is still with me.
And it has no battery.Just this lil thingy that keeps that watch alive.I examined it closely,and I realised it's like a beating lil heart.Always pumping to keep the watch alive,as long as I use it (coz movement generates energy).

Well,that's what it is,isn't it?
The memory of him is still kept vivid and clear,I can even smell that oh-so-familiar tobacco smell.
It's not really a memory.
Just like the watch's,
his heart is still beating as long as ours are.

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