I don't know why but I dreamt of our dear friend, Yasmeen, who had just left us days ago. I dream exactly like what Nora told me of her story last night.
My deepest condolences goes out to her family for having loss of their only daughter.
When I think about it, I suddenly realised that my turn will come sooner or later. Just that we wouldn't know when will we end our life. So by repenting and do my daily 5 times a day prayer is the safest job for our journey to meet Allah.
Well, it's never too late to do something good. And it's never too late to seek for apology to those whom I've ever hurt, from when we first met.
So by blogging is the best chance to do just that since many of my friends do drop by here to know what's happening to my life, ever since we've been busy for meet-ups.
And here's to you be it my best friends, boyfriend and friends, a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart for whatever wrong things that I've done.
Alright so I get to meet Muhammad Firdaus again after 2 hurting weeks (which according to him is 'a week of hell') and believe me, I'm the happiest girl on earth. And both of us coincidently wore black top and bottom. Nice kan? I know. HAHA!
Then we head off to ECP for Nadia's Birthday pit.
And when my time comes, keep me in your memories..