Nur Azirah
Small girl with a big heart.
Happy girls are the prettiest! -Marilyn Monroe Amirul Hassan Bin Rosli
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!!Lamat here!! Posted on Friday, May 28, 2010 2:01 AM
Now free man.... At last my life can change.. Maybe i think i can change... Hahahah... Now otp with the owner of this blog...She just went back from work Hahahahhahaha..... Noncense sia work at there... Cant tell the place...Secret!... Planning going yishun with Frinaz but she got problem but nvm, still got the next day........ Todays story was so boring.... I went out with fren go bugis then go orchard....Thats all...OKay folks... Thats all... hmmmm.. wait i stilll got one poem... love poem...
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above her roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside her window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
Sincerely
[L]Lamat [R]R@Sc@L.....
!!Lamat here!! Posted by Friday, May 28, 2010 2:01 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
Now free man.... At last my life can change.. Maybe i think i can change... Hahahah... Now otp with the owner of this blog...She just went back from work Hahahahhahaha..... Noncense sia work at there... Cant tell the place...Secret!... Planning going yishun with Frinaz but she got problem but nvm, still got the next day........ Todays story was so boring.... I went out with fren go bugis then go orchard....Thats all...OKay folks... Thats all... hmmmm.. wait i stilll got one poem... love poem...
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above her roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside her window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.