10.10.10

A Loud, Shrill Voice.

Shana's. Nur Yuha Fashana Ahmad Zahar.

It was one of the things I missed most about her when she transferred to APIIT in 2008. That, and her reminding me weekly to bring my box of paint to school for Pendidikan Seni Visual.

I went out with her just now, and we hung out at the library. She wanted to study. I rummaged through her pencil case, and found the things I knew I would.. Pilot pens and highlighters. Somehow the sight of that brought grief. It was a familiar sight for three years, and I was robbed of two.



 The cookie moved me more than I would ever admit to you. Lalala.

Love ya always. :-)

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