--> The good, The Bad: The Muslimins. <--

-> [MsB] <-> [Haikal Guntor] <-> [Jian An] <-> [Ifran] <-> [Ramz] <-> [WanDee] <-> [AdIb] <-> [Yahya] <-> [Sebastian] <-> [Zul se7en] <-> [Amin] <-> [Arep] <-> [Mohsin] <--> [Alfian] <--> [Nazrul] <-

--> The cooks, who sew: The Muslimahs. <--

-> [Nadiah (my sis)]<-> [Sabrina (my sis 2)]<-> [Kakak Aishah]<-> [Wana] <-> [Shyanne] <-> [Huda] <-> [Hidayah] <-> [Syazryanna]<-> [Azean]<-> [Fiza] <-> [Fera]<-> [Nadiah] <-> [Natasha] <-> [Siti Aisyah] <-> [Am]<-> [Shearer] <-> [Ili]<-> [Hazariah]<--> [Azimah]<--> []<->

That's basically all of the friends i have that i can link. If u are my friend and feel that ur worthy enough to be up in this page, do drop me a message at msn or mail me at hadiboy@hotmail.com. Please leave me ur name and URL so that i can put u up here. Till again, hope u enjoy ur stay here and tanx for ur support. :)

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MYSELF
name: Abdul Hadi Bin Bohari
    عبدالحادي  بن  بحاري
Age: 16
Email: hadiboy@hotmail.com
D.o.b: 06-06-1988
Nationality: Singaporean
NRIC Card Colour: Pink

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Saturday, September 03, 2005

Happy Israk Mikraj day.

Went out to study. Went to arab street. Went to Syarahan. Home. <- My summary of my day in 4 sentences.

Why? That's all i ever want to know. Why? I've been doing fine (or at least i think i was) trying to move on after all those scars that u've inflicted on me. I've forgiven you. I've given u space to build up on the relationship you formed behind my back. You did fine. Your life ended up being much more blissful than mine. You lived the life i've always wanted to live. Every thought that i have of you now cease to exist. I hate you. I hate you so very much for holding back that chance, for making me lead myself to false hopes over and over again. You're happy now. So why do u still haunt me as if you're so depressed that i'm not even close to talking terms with you? Isn't that what HE wants? Isn't that what YOU want? Back when i almost took my life to prove that i can't live without you. To live my life alone without someone to support me like u did? Now you come back to me and u tell me u want to give me back each and every single note or letter (including those gifts) that i ever gave to you? Did it ever cross your mind to ever consider the significance of what those things mean to me and to you? The fact that i worked so hard to produce something that translates what i feel deep down inside of me, is going to be handed back to me? Everything? I kept each and every note that u have. Pictures, Collages, Letters to even God Knows What. I keep them because they exist as a memory. Something to remember you by when I grow up. Something to remind me that there actually existed a point of time in my life where i met someone and unknowinglly went through a stage of life that only comes once. Frankly, you want to return me those stuffs that i gave u for the times we've toiled and endured together, i'll take it back. But it really saddens me that you're erasing me out of your life and everything we've been through as strangers, to friends, to lovers. If this is what u want to have in your life, i bid u farewell. Don't worry about me as I don't need you in my life anymore to find anything that concerns happiness and peace. I've learnt to overcome those shit u've put me through and i won't let you do it again. Till then, it was nice knowing you. goodbye.

~ciaoz.
Hadi was crying @ 11:50 PM

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