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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

another sheet after shit~

today qoute

Hurt comes in all ages and it comes in all sizes.
Hurt doesn’t discriminate by age, skin color, ethnic group, or by sex.
Hurt means pain, plain and simple, and it’s either physical or emotional.

When our children are small, it’s so easy to fix the hurts.
As our children get older, their hurts get bigger, too.

Pains, Scars... its divided by two. seen and unseen. with the small difference with the spelling but has huge difference on treating them..

today story


And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for - the overall winner of ‘Biggest loser of the Year Award’. The black hair guy with a pink bow tie open the envelope, red talons in the way. He keeps wittering to cover the pause.

Of course we know that every loser is a zero or zeroine in their own right, but tonight the judges have had the impossible task of choosing just one to receive the award.

And there He is - Zainol Hafiz from Selangor,

all beck'ed up and collect his trophy.

It was July, a baking summer. He walked slowly, thinking of the ceremony he had just attended. Among the half dozen mourners, only a few he remembered.

Its like everyone is changing but he still feel the same. yeah. a few meter raise and few Kilograms ups n downs..

The news had stunned him: he hadn’t known he was wining, but then he hadn’t been on that's stage for seven years. Throughout the service he had found himself weeping uncontrollably.

..yeay .. its kinda suck..



1 Comments:

Blogger DeGorgeous FashionHouse said...

mcm ne aku nk follow ko ye enol?haha. but i like ur bckground, very much :) keep update lol!

November 30, 2009 at 11:30 PM  

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