As I look out the foggy window of the bus, i was on my way to visit my best friend. Listening to the sound of Panic! At the disco, All-american rejects and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus not forgetting MCR.

Walking was far... but I'd walk a thousand miles for her, I love her too much. The moment I'm there I visit my grandma first then hers followed by my uncles and grandpa. I wanted to cry badly... my tears wanted to roll but I can't cos' my dad is there and I can't show a tad bit of emotion though my heart wants too. Here are the photos of my trip visiting my friend's grave. i thank my dad for bringing me.

I guess he knows how much I miss her since i keep dreaming about her in my sleep. Thanks dad. You'll never read this but I never felt loved by u before but now i know its those little things that counts.








A pathetic bus stop with only one bus that comes to it only on hari raya and after chinese prayers.








This is my uncle's.







Yup that's my dad.


When I went there and saw a lot of grave's that are not visited i felt like crying and when I see those of children's and babies my heart feels heavier. especially I still remember one of a little girl where the family left her umbrella on her tomb stone.

The experience really taught me a big lesson in life... and I found one more hobby. Talking to the dead and giving salam to them. I made a promise to myself to visit them every month. insyaallah. Ya allah please grant my wishes and prayers and save me. Save them. PLEASE stop my grandpa from marrying another woman. I love my grandma sooooo much and I don't want any other woman taking her place cos' she was special and WILL ALWAYS be.