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Muziq
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//Wednesday, June 17, 2009 8:01 PM
Sweet
I just helped mum hang up the curtains.
Then mum said, "Now it's called a house". Ohhhhh... Now i know, u need CURTAINS to say u've got a house. Haha. Anyways.... There's been so many people I encountered who've been really sweet. Either to me or another. Fetched Mr Fiance with mum the other day. Got into a cab and off we went to Mustafa Centre. At the traffic light: A lady bertudung crossed the road with these other two guys. They pratically stopped halfway and one of the guy went down on his knees and gave flowers to the lady. The other guy snapped pictures. Me and Mr Fiance opened the windows and cheered for them. Many others joined. Then those lovely people went back to the side of the road and joined their friends who were holding a bunch of balloons, RED ones. So sweet. Green light, we went off and saw the 'Thanks-for-cheering' from them. I'm still learning to be really patient with everything. Being good to bad is easy and fast. It's the turning back which is tough. Ugh! I've been getting more truths about that SOMEONE. Got to know from many that that SOMEONE is such a ___!!!! First step: Forgiving and forgetting is so hard now. Need more time. . . Still; the people God lets us meet during 'those days'. The taxi driver. He told me and mum a story. He was asked "Why you Muslims cannot eat pork?" His answer: "You know, we always slaughter animals we eat. Like, chicken, we slaughter. Cow, we slaughter. But pork cannot be slaughtered. You know why? Because pigs don't have necks. Thats why we can't eat them. Because we can't slaughter them. Because they don't have necks. How to slaughter???" Like -_- right! HAHAHAHAHAHA. But it's kinda true hain nah? The taxi driver is just a joker. I was practically laughing and smiling the minute I sat in his cab. . . +just read FASIHAH ZAHIDAH BINTE JUPRI 's blog+ She said I'm sweet. Hahaha. Go read, Go read. Ok lah, literally she's pointing out that I'm sweet. Later she'll say 'when did I say u're sweet??' Talk crap Rufi! Should I forgive? Should I forget? Should I change?
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