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Cousins♥

Salam everyone.

Welcome to our blog!

No name calling. No spamming.

Smile always~

The authors of this blog are:::::

Beautiful Girls: Shafiqa, Yasmin, Sakinah, Maahirah, Mariah
Handsome n Cutest Guys: Muhammad, Isa, Sufi, Hafeez

the charming ones are: Muhammad, Hafeez and Sufi. We're basically from THREE different Countries:::::
Singapore (of Caz), Malaysia and ENGLAND(we geddit :P )

Our age ranges from 12 to 18.
And, last but not least, we are Abah's royal grandchildren. haha.



Colours



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December 2009
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November 2010
January 2011
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Fly Away

Yasmin
Maahirah
Hafeez
Muhammad
Isa
Sufi
Mari ah
Kak Shafiqa
Kak Aishah
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Designer: SHATTEREDreams_xx
Graphic: Adobe Photoshop

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Thursday, 18 February 2010 // 01:30

We wrote a prelude, to our own fairy tale
and bought a parachute, at a church rummage sale
and with a 'mean' sewing machine, and miles of thread
we sowed the day above LA in navy and red
we wound a race track, through your moms kitchen chairs
and fought the shadows back, down your dark basement stairs
I lit a match then let it catch, to light up the room
and then you yelled as we beyelled an old maroon hot air balloon


I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon
so lets spend, the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down


We drank the great lakes, like cold lemonade
and both got stomach aches, sprawled out in the shade
so bored to death you held your breath, and I tried not to yawn
you made my frown turn upside down, and now my worries are gone



~maahirah yea yea



Colours are lovedd ♥!