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Minah(:
Friday, February 27, 2009 at 4:42 AM

Happy birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to Pekah.
Happy Birthday to you.

It was Siti's official sweet seventeen today, (:
Sani and me organised this little surprise for her.
I told Siti to accompany me for a bus ride to town, HAHA.
Through the 10 mins journey, siti and me confessed some silly stuff and even recorded it.
My words and confession made her burst into tears, im sorry(:
and i know im ohh sooo swweettt, hahahaha, self-proclaim.

The moment we boarded the bus, sani called me to drag siti somewhere where she can never bump into her.
Sani set up everything, which was the party hat, the cake and the balloon at cash box, this karaoke lounge opposite hard rock.
So i held Siti's hand and dragged her there, the moment we reached Basement 3, i CLOSED HER EYES AGAIN.

As she walked meticulously, i opened the door. As she entered, the song kenangan terindah was playing, i held back my hands and there was the cake and bouquet of roses and balloons.
SHE CRIED AGAIN AND HUGGED SANI(:
FCUKING SWEEEETTTTT.
I almost cried too cos it just reminded me of people, idk why either. HAHAHA.

So we sang non stop hits.
MOStly JIWANG SONGS.
Like kenangan terindah, tercipta untukku, sejarah mungkin berulang, mahligaimu dari air mataku, haha all that genre where you will sure to hear it at malay wedding ceremony, haha.

Hmmmm.
Then all of a sudden i glared into space.
I was deep in thoughts that i did not notice the song had actually ended.

All i can confess is that siti really reminds me of people. The thought of it somehow spooks me out. They are just so similar that i am getting closer and closer to siti everyday. No, i am not close friends with her due to that reason. I am close to her because i once felt how shattered it was to be apart from people that i could not and would not want to lose another whose character and behaviour is so similar and ........ i am just out of vocab to express it.

In anyway, i do treasure my friendship with Siti Maz Adlini Bte Roslan. I would never want to lose such a friend. She is what i call a true friend.
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Okay, i have no idea why i upload people's old surprise pict he made for me last time.
I gotta admit i do miss him, alot.

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