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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
a friend like you.

my boyfriend is grumpy.

for a reason,
i'm not sure why.

monday blues.
or monday bulu.

typically,
dear shaq came over.
did little studying.
& lots of slacking around under the void deck.
talking nothing but nonsense.

& so,
met two of my old classmates.
nothing but slacking around.

headed for poineer mall not long after i had dinner at home.

& finally did some studying.

catch up with old times.

those days were meaningful to me.
you're such a deary.
i'll regret if i were to ever did you wrong.

if it meant to be,let it be.
you once believe in things happen for a reason/s.
good or bad.

i miss those days we had.
through thick & thin.

a shoulder to cry on.

& yes,
we had cleared out the misunderstanding between us.

who doesn't want to have a friend so royal like you.
everyone does.

those tears i once shed for you are meaningful.
cause i'll regret losing someone so dearest like you.

& yes,
i sound like you're my boyfriend.

but you're are my best girlfriend.
no one knows how much i appreciate you.

that goes to everyone who's close to me.
cause i've not much of a great friend to begin with.

i dont easily clique with poeple around me.

but no matter what,
they're who you choose to be.

be happy.
i'm always here like i used to be.

cheers my dearest.
you're a great friend.

loves,
aynakaijin/nurul ain