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Syafiqah Emran
I'm a cookie which is born out of a dough, and was being sent into an oven. My mother made me a chocolate cookie so that people would like me. I'm delicious, people liked me alot. But my destiny is very cruel. I found out that i'm born to be eaten. I'm helpless and afraid. But when i knew that i will bring people's happiness, i'm not that scared already. So i decided to sacrifice myself to make people happy. Cause i know i'm the best.

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Happy 17th Birthday, Rasyidah
Saturday, May 23, 2009

"A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
"You're free at last.
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"You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that."
HAPPY SWEET 17TH RASYIDAH!
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.Girl, since now ure pn going 17, do make a wiser choice for your life so that u've got a prosperous life in the future.Doesnt mean you are far apart from us, we dont remember you.WE do,you are always in our heart and mind. You bring in laughters and make us smile every morning,which simply brighten up our day. Your absence in class brings lots of difference and now, the atmosphere is different. There seems to be a missing piece in the puzzle and thats you. You're the missing piece. We've gone through bad and good times together, but you're meant to leave. Leaving us is a hard thing to let off. It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.My dearest friend, you mean everything to us, you bring lots of memories and once again, Happy Fruitful Sweet 17. all the best to you, and we will always pray for your best.
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