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the not-so-anonymous moi

Shafienas Salleh - 18 on going 19.
I believe that a girl can dream any dream she wants.

Laugh. Dance. Love.
That one day will come.

who said what here



3 cheers to yesterdays

November 2008
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adieu to you too

aminah
fatimah
fazari
haikal
haniffa
hazel
jannah
munirah
musfirah
raidah
safiah
wida


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Monday, December 15, 2008
the blender, the mixer, the stir
8:24:00 PM

don't talk to me now, you.
don't you dare to, get it?

until i've figured you out
and until i say my piece here
until i've thought this through
and until i come to you again
until i can look away the way you do
and until i can not be bothered anymore

don't appear before me
don't ask me
don't find me
don't pass by me
don't search for me
don't see me
don't talk to me
don't walk with me
don't worry about me

not that you do now, or ever will later,
but just in case you do one day,
like what you did the other day,

you may stop now.
i'm warning you silly.
stop right there and
don't come any closer,
not a step more okay.
because just this way,
the gap won't get any smaller.

like this, i can leave soon.
like this, i can come and go as i please.
like this, i can not tell you and wonder about
the other face of the coin;
the other side of the road;
like you and me,
we won't get anywhere.

i have always been afraid
and i still am afraid -
of you and about this.

nothing more than before,
nothing less than right now.
what more can i say?
i don't make the cut.

p.s. the sun shines, i hide in the shade.

(enter my name here)

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