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"DAD" IS THE WORD
Sunday, June 15, 2008
11:58 PM




Dearest Dad,

Just the other day, I chanced upon an old photo of you; so young and looking so good. You looked so good I tried to imagine how you woo-ed Mum. She told me stories of your younger days, and at the back of my head, god I am your carbon copy. But when I try to think about the other traits that we share, the trail stops cold. You will take days or even weeks to consider buying things; but I'd just grab anything that caught my attention. You would stand for what's right and voice out without any fear; but I'd keep quiet and walk away, pretending to let go everything.

As I grow up, the word "Dad" meant curfews, and no fooling around in studies. Then, when tempered with time and the events in life, the significance of the word deepens. You have a reason for being tough on us. You want nothing but the best from your children. You hope to see your children grow up with pride. You implemented rules and curfews because you care for us; not because you want to control our life. You constantly reminded us to study hard and excel in our studies because you want us to lead a successful life in years to come; not because you want to torture us.

Dad, I love you more than anyone else. The endless encouragement you gave, is the reason to where I stand right now. You are my strength, the reason to "live strong".

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Love,
Dirah
ONE: SHE & HE

Dirah; twenty one.

I laugh as much as I breathe, and love as long as I live. Like the painter, I paint my life and add vibrant colours. Complete with beautiful frames, I hang them and let the whole world picture the story of my life.

I've made my momma proud by falling in love with a preetyboy; Fahn.

"For every love you give me, you take another piece of my pain."


TWO: STARS & SUN

25 July: Momma's Bdae!!!

THREE: TAG & GO



FOUR: BABES & LOVES

Adeq NirahLOVE Ailah AishaLOVE AllyLOVE AmaliaLOVE Basic Dee DeeanaLOVE Dalilah Didi Dirah Drubilee Eeqaz Efa Efni Emily Enn Evelyn FanaaLOVE Farah Nadya Farhan Farhana Fi Firah Fir FreshPoisonLOVE FylzahLOVE Gino Hafeezah Hajar HanisLOVE Ida Ideso Illa Intan Irah Kak Nanie 'KynLOVE 'Lil AyunLOVE LiPing Luke Lulu Lyana Mally Malyna Mizahh Nadera Nanz Neni Dayana Nina NinieeLOVE NurulLOVE PradaLOVE Saq SayuriLOVE Snazzie ShabLOVE Shafiyani Shahidah Shahirah ShashaDollLOVE ShashaLOVE Shaz Shidah Shif Shikin Siti Raudy Waany Yong Sheng yraJANE YuhteeLOVE Zac Zareeza


FIVE: DIG & SPLURGE

Affaires En Ligne
Beads Heaven
Cotton On
Cleo
Fayfey
Fox Fashion Summer
Forever21
Get Charmed!
Little Red Heels
Loosecloset
Moments de' Couture
Oh!Petita
Sundays Chamber
Threadless
WetSeal
YourStyle

SIX: SPOT & TRACE

79inch; where fashion is measured
Multiply
Friendster
The Old Blog

SEVEN: SAY & THANKS


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