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my half piece gone 😢

30 march 2017. khamis. 7.53 pm. harini puasa sunat. 🙊 dapat buka nasi lemak aunty Amy. 🍛 harini balik pukul 6 sbb ada latihan debat with the loveliess mates eva , Ainul & Hidayah 🍟😌

mmmmm. 😢😢😢 i don't know how to describe how i feel right now.. my half gone. 💔 mmm. actually i am really shy to write, to tell ya about this thing. but what do i have to record all my life stories? i have nooo DIARY! 📒 i have diary once. but people keep reading my diary and finally it's not a diary anymore. 😔 what do you mean, I AM SAD RIGHT NOWW. 

yes i know many people will read 📓 this entry but, only lil amount of human. 👥 nah i need some people to remind me about this thing too! 🎐 but the truth is i'm not hoping to get many people to read my blog. this is kinda my diary!! so if you read all of the entries, you're lucky. not everyone easily allow people to read their diaries. 👩

hmm. so i am shock. terribly shock. 😶 Musfirah told me that "that girl" 👧 has moved to another school. 🏃🏢 I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IN THE WORLD WAS THE SCHOOL, 🚑 WHAT IS HER PHONE NUMBER ☎ and.. i will miss her. surely. 📡🙍 it's been kinda 1 week she absent since monday this week. i thought she is sick or what. 😔

what makes me sad is.. she used... um sometimes... she loves to solat beside me. 👭 and sometimes i have no idea what things can we discuss when we had conversation ☁ together. so i only speak a lil. but everytime b4 i meet her, i have tons of questions to ask. but when she's infront of me, i was sooo stifffffff. 😫 um. 

She gave me a very lovely present.. with my pic on it HAHAHHA. 😂😔 kidding. Cat pic. 🐈🐱 thabk you. i also gave her a present. i really hope she like it.. 👵👵

the thing is.. OUR time was so short. 😿 but it's fine. i really hope.. um kan aku dh cakappppp... EVERYTIME IS PRECIOUS... 🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇 what i really hope is she come back here, SMIK. i want to um i don't know. 

but it's fine.. everything happens for reason. 😃 this is what Allah wrote for me and i am happy about it.. why? yaa because time flies but I'M the pilottt  😇👮

sincerely,
reihana 🎅👼🙉🙈🙊😹😸🙋😋😝😰😍😷😨😧😂😆


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