"instead of having a diary which people barely to read and it is a die for item,why don't you start writing a journey of yours into your very own blog?"patrick said.it flew into my ears,brain and finally i agreed with him."why dont?"i replied"and you only have to click and read,better than running into my diary,isn't it?he smiled.
and today is the first day to have the words on.i'll always write here only for you patrick and the friends here or farby from now on.
sixteen years ago,at a very peaceful old town village here at caternbury:specifically at st. andrew hospital,it was june tenth which was wednesday and currently on 7.15pm,i was born.and i was given my very own name.it now stick on every each of my belonging.i grown single-handedly cared by my grandparent there at london:leicester it was.and returned here:at malaysia when i was 9 years old.my admirement of mitch albom which now become my free-unknown sifoo of writing.here and on,i'll continue.
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