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Sunday, July 20, 2008























After 2 years, finally yesterday was the day of my maid going home to her own island. Okay, I don't treat her as my maid but I treat her as a special friend. Yep, I missed her so much. After yesterday, I felt so empty without her lame jokes and stuff. I can feel the sense of emptiness in my heart. She might be a pain in the ass sometimes but I still do love her as a special friend. I missed bullying her. I missed the stupid jokes and lame laughters. I missed her pathetic voice. I missed her sarcasm. I missed the chubby women who always washing the dishes while talking to me. I missed the searching of my outfits in my wardrobe together. I missed all her cookings. I missed her milo ice. I missed her scolding me because I irritate her. I missed everything about her.

Thank you so much Embak for taking good care of our family and the property in the house. Thank you for washing up all our clothes. Thank you for ironing our clothes. Thank you for cleaning up the house. Thank you for lighten my heart. Thank you for guiding me the right path. Thank you for realising my mistake. Thank you so much for everything. I miss you so much. Have a great life in Indonesia and promise me to inform us when you're getting married. Love you, Embak. :(

And oh, before I forget, boyfy really forced me to put his favourite song on my blog. And I mean, FORCE! Ha-ha. So wait till my blog song finish and you just click play on this track. Or if you don't bother to wait, you could just click on the track and new window will appear for you to listen inside the imeem. So enjoy his pathetic, irritating song. Ha-ha! :D But I found the lyrics meaningful. He refers it to me. How sweet kn? Check out on the lyrics.


Deep in my heart, there's a fire a burning heart
Deep in my heart, there's desire for a start
I'm dying in emotion
It's my world in fantasy
I'm living in my, living in my dreams

You're my heart, you're my soul
I keep it shining everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever, stay with you together

You're my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, a feeling that our love will grow
You're my heart, you're my soul
That's the only thing I really know

Let's close the door and believe my burning heart
Feeling all right, come on, open up your heart
I'll keep the candles burning
Let your body melt in mine
I'm living in my, living in my dreams





TIARA ATYRA

Welcome to Http://www.pynklover.blogspot.com

I'm TIARA ♥ and I'm pretty messed up.
I tend to make alot of mistakes.
And I like to keep things real.
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TWENTY-ONE
09 june, 1992

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