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THE LADY

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FARHANA SAMSUDIN
20 YEARS OF EXISTENCE
ATTACHED

I'M NOT PERFECT, AND I BELIEVE NO ONE IS PERFECT.


Farhana Samsudin


TAGBOARD




LOVELIES

Farah & Hana
5 Sisters
Aishah
Amalina Fatin
Athirah
Chloe
Cindy
Ekin
Faisal
FarahDilla
Farahleez
FarahLiyana
Fouzy
Hamizan Shah
Hashaf
Hydayu
Katherine
Liyana
NaNa
Nazz
Nurul Afifah
Qayyum
Quraisha
Reza
Samantha
Zaidah
Zairina

MEMORIES

Sunday, October 10, 2010

AGAIN & AGAIN.

The hot topic is back.


Dad: So Farhana, have you decided to change job?
Me: No, i'll stay in SMRT.
Dad: Till when? Don't you love this house?
Me: Of course i love it. I'll get a full-time one in SMRT soon.
Dad: When? 1 year? 2 years? *sarcastic*
Me: Not to that extend. *keeps quiet after that*

Don't worry dad. I'll get the full-time one soon, and work till i die.
So that i can save the house, and satisfy everyone.
Coz seriously, i'm really sick and tired of hearing the same thing again and again.
There's no way i'll leave Pasir Ris station.
I love the people too much, that i hate leaving them.
I don't think i can get these kind of attention if i were to work somewhere else.
I think, Pasir Ris station is the only place where i can get my happiness.
I won't leave them.
I understand that i've save my house.
But please, i deserve happiness too.
There's too much stress at home, which i cannot cope with it anymore.
My heart always feels like going to work.
If there's 24 hours of work at Pasir Ris, i'll be more than happy to do it.

Dear Allah, i didn't mean to be rude to my parents, but only you understand me.
I thank you for giving me all the lovely people at Pasir Ris, and because of YOU too, i met Nazirul.
Alhamdulillah, i reach out my hands to you.
I only ask for 3 things dear Allah, full-time job in SMRT which is train officer, long-lasting relationship with Nazirul and happiness in my family.
I don't wanna cry anymore.
Please hear my prayers dear Allah. :(