And there she was, telling us the very stories we had been scared to tell ourselves. She was one of them and yet to us she belonged, and among us she stayed… to touch only the touchable souls.
The Storyteller is no more. Only her stories now. Rest well then, my Storyteller. While we tell your stories as well as ours, the way you have taught us to. True only to our touchable souls.
Questa è Enida 
sedih… amat sedih…. kehilangan yang teramat dirasai.
yes please blog about our school trip to negara todak itu…
amik gambar merata
makanan tak sedap
makanan sedap
coke statue
it was a good day.
To think that you were so beria-ia persuading us to take a bus ride down south and to cross Selat Tebrau only to come back on the very same day semata-mata kerana Yasmin Ahmad and her Muallaf team. That will be the story of our lives. The only story of its kind.
For making us do what we did, she will rest in peace.
Se’sangat! And come to think of it… I have never blogged about our crazy but class trip tu kan? It’s about time! Yasmin Ahmad lives on through our memories indeed. Every step of the way!
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