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Mak Long Azarenka in Action!

Hihi..semalam mak long main tenis dgn G.S. As usual mak long memang tak la pandai main, banyak yang tersasar tapi mak long memang jenis suke belajar benda-benda baru ni. Bak kata Kak Maz, mujur mak long ni nak jugak mender2 camni. Mak long kata, alahai..orang ingat mak long ni macam mana lah yer? Banyak andaian yang orang buat terhadap mak long. Terlalu baik, terlalu lembut, terlalu muda dan cantik (Huh statement camni pun ada. Ini bukan kes perasan tau, mmg ada yg kata)....berapa byk 'ter' daa...mudahnya manusia membuat andaian sebelum mereka benar-benar mengenali mak long. Anyway, it's their choice. Mak long tak dapat nak puaskan hati semua orang. Mak long tak rugi apa-apa hihi...Selagi kata-kata dan andaian itu yg baik-baik, mak long aminkan jer...

Anyway, memang lots of fun la that morning. After going thru all the hard times, G.S is happier and merrier again. Wish this moment will last, but it's just so impossible. Hidup ini pasti diuji, baik dgn kesusahan, mahupun dgn kesenangan (peringatan kt diri sendiri). Haa..ini lah dia Mak Long Azarenka beraksi hehe...



P/S: Photo by Zaliza Bakar

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