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, June 7, 2012
sejak bila nm bapa aku ditukar....
hiii uolls...
nk kongsi2 la dgn korg nie...haaa...smlm aku ada meeting dgn student aku dlm bilik meeting..besa la org dh jd lecturer kan dh sememangnya kena alert dlm segala hal la.... tah tiba2 cam na pun aku x tau tergerak hati aku nk bc memo mesyuarat yg disediakan oleh student. msa dorg tgh khusyuk meeting aku tiba2 gelak sorg2 hahahahhahaha...(dh hlg concentrate dorg).. aku tgk dorg,dorg tgk aku(pelik) hahaha.... pas 2 aku ckp (sejak bila bapa sy tukar nm nie) dorg pun check blik apa yg slh dlm memo 2... dlm beberapa saat 1 bilik meeting aku rsa mcm nk runtuh ja.. sbb dorg pun gelak sma...hahaha.....
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