<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/3407389355234634085?origin\x3dhttp://sinfulbut-tragicmemories.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>




.Sunday, August 17, 2008 ' 6:47 AM Y
I think its time to end this unfortunate story..

Oh ya. heres a poem i wrote during maths lesson ..

Friends
When you need someone,
Who would accompany you till the depths of despair,
When you need someone,
Who you know will be there,
One who'd be willing enough to lend you a helping hand,
When you've fallen down,
And be there for you regardlessly,
With the slightest sight of frown,
And perhaps,
After a break up and when you start to cry,
He'll cry with you,
'Cos what your feeling.. he feels it too,
And thru thick and thin.. he'll stick with you till the end,
For now this is what i call a friend.

And perhaps I'll show you a sweet dream the next night ™








Got a problem ?
Don't like my blog? Click here.

No time for silence



Bits of my life


`Ridzuan
`o7o592
`Still studying in PRCS *CRIES*. Currently secondary 5

Best budds


|Adrie|
|Zuhaili|


One Last Salute

picture editor/background editor : renwangfuxi (:
basecode combining:Cubes
Basecodes: Yanting, Wenhui, Blend-ed.notes♥