Salam.hey again.. I’ve been reading back my old manuscript =) diary of mine entitled (Pleiades Last Years o Schoolin).Hehe, I did write diary wen I was 17..So, as I started to reminisced back my old memories..here it goes..
At first, upon readin it, I felt xtremely pity to myself..ItS seems like I’ ve been tryin to hard to blend in wit d boarding schul environment..So many tough, sad yet melancholic moments ned to endure. I had a war wit my own identity, tryin too hard to cope wit everyone,only 2 be in d same level as they are bt nt to suffer the way dey r..
But then, I realized dat I have numerous supporters..amidst livin d most crucial moments o my livetime, bt I have a lot of my supporters n I managed to collect plenty of good memories back then..Thanks to my supporters whether it happen intentionally or unintentionally..I rely appreciate all ur help..Special THANKS,HUGS N KISSES to Mdm Shadd 4 alwez takin cre of me..I valued dat..Cg. Hariza 4da half-hugged scene, Ust Wan 4 making my dream into reality..Cg Hisham who’ve sparked my interest in Physics till today, I rely love u( I stil remember d zero absolute temp dat u introduced me to)..Cg Apandi who has helped me thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss much…(thanks to ur patience in dealin wit me although I did play dumb n dun wanna strive 4my addmath)..Cg. Kz, Cg Kb, Miss Linda, Cg Maslynda n all of them..Thanks 4 havin faith in me wen everyone else doesn’t including myself…I rely love all o ya…N to all my supporting fwen…sy syg anda… N HERE,SUMTHIN 4 YA’