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Hello ! So my name is Yasmeen Aulia. My peers often calls me by the name Meen. I'm nearly 18. I'm the oldest sister in four siblings. My hobbies are listening to musics and reading poems. I'm currently furthering my study as a TESL student at KPTM, Bangi. My personality is heartwarming and open to befriend with anyone. I'm an ambivert. My journal is for the people that is searching for tranquil place and wanted to be comforted.

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' To the moon and back, we flew, In every star, I carry you. '

This quote, short and simple but represents the depth and devotion that I give in my relationship. It’s a reflection of the lengths I am willing to go for someone I love, a journey of both emotional highs and grounded realities. I don’t settle for surface-level connections; instead, I strive for something expansive, something that transcends ordinary limits. Even when challenges arise or distance grows, my love has the resilience to span galaxies, always returning with the same intensity. It’s a promise of loyalty, adventure, and the unwavering commitment to be there, no matter how far the path leads. No matter how bad the ones that i love acted, i will always find a way to make them feel better. As long as they're always with me through every journey. My love would never fade.

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“𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽”

' Fingers outstretched in the fading light, Close, but not quite, Between us, a silence, soft and warm, A language only touch can form.

In the space where shadows blend, I feel your presence without end, Almost touching, almost whole, Two hearts tethered, one shared soul. '

The image and poem together capture a moment of profound connection—where two souls reach for each other but stop just short of physical touch, communicating in the space between. This resonates deeply with my interpersonal intelligence, the way I intuitively understand others’ emotions and connect with them without needing words. The image reflects how I build relationships: by tuning into the unspoken, finding harmony in the quiet moments, and bringing people together through shared understanding. The delicate balance of almost, but not quite, mirrors my approach to forging meaningful bonds, where empathy and emotional sensitivity guide the interactions. However, there are a few situations where my interpersonal intelligence can't be a helpful hand. Depends on the person that i'm facing. The person could be emotionally unstable, and my interpersonal intelligence is not enough to help me create a bond between us.

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The Diary of the Soft-Hearted {First}

Today felt heavy yet beautiful, a blend of emotions that swirled around me like falling leaves caught in a gentle breeze. I find myself retreating to these pages more often, seeking the comfort of my own thoughts laid bare. Writing in this diary, has become my sanctuary, a space where I can unravel the knots of my mind and heart.

Last night, I found a quote that seems close to my dear self, and I started to write.

" In whispered words and inked confessions, A sanctuary for tender impressions. Each page a canvas, where feelings take flight, Shadows and light in the softest of night.

With every heartbeat, a story unfolds, Dreams wrapped in warmth, and sorrows retold. A fragile courage, a dance with the soul, In the diary's embrace, we discover our whole. " .

In the quiet of my room, the flickering shadows of the candle lighted, casts soft shadows on the walls of my room. It reminded me of the delicate dance between light and dark in our lives-how joy and sorrow intertwine, creating a rollercoaster of experiences in life. I poured my heart onto the pages, letting the ink flow freely, putting dreams and fears together.

There's something really easeful when I writes. Everytime my heart beats it translates into a story. I wrote about my past that I wanted to keep hidden deep down in my heart, the sorrow that sometimes made me overwhelmed, and the realization of what I could have done to avoid the adversity. There's a warmth in these confessions, a sense of belonging to my own narrative.

As I closed the diary, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. This writing of reflection, of pen meeting paper, is a fragile yet powerful act of courage.

I am looking forward to the next pages, to whatever stories that will unfold. For now, I'll rest, letting the gentle embrace of the night cradle my thoughts.