I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
Thursday, December 1, 2011
at RQC managment.
" x psl2 x leh rehat padam muka..tu la len kali klu org tegur dgr la jgn bt2 pekak lak...dah la tak leh rehat aku pun x leh rehat gak...hmmmm... nie la dugaannya klu jga anak2 kulit hitam (agak kurang ajar sikit :p)...huhu....
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