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Sunday, November 2

when things arent like that«

11:21 PM

guess i should update a real post. its gonna be soon or later anyway. life has to go on. jyeah..

there is so much to tell. lets start with the normal ones.

EXAMS ARE WELL OVER!!!! (for the year)
alhamdulillah. and now for he results. brrr... aha!

well. this is what happened a few days after exas are over.

-i went to watch the coffin wit hafiz. xinyi and hafiz were in the same theatre but on the other side. we got to know that after we went out of the theatre and saw them. aah. -_-" the coffin was okay. not a fan of horror. it was rather okay. not tha haunting, anyway. the sound effects were ternet. got me a few times. the director must really loves suprises becuse through out the movie, it was suprises lal along.

-had netola training. and was really tiring. (duh?) not everybody turned up. and i have to miss a few trainings afer this. hmm.

-angah had a heart attack. was admitted to the hospital. his conditon was okay at first, though still unconcious. but after that it just keeps worsening. and worsening. he passed away. i miss him so much. he's like the only uncle who would demand a kiss from me everytime he met me. he's a year older then papa. ONLY A YEAR OLDER. maybe its true. Allah loves him more. its like he just vanished. he was here and then he was gone. and i didnt get to see him one last time. i regret going home to pasir ris and not staying around at the hospital. it was only about half an hour afer we left. everybody was so strong. but emoitions still cant be controlled. now, its just so weird to laugh loudly again becaue after that, the silence after laughing will haunt. im afraid of what the future might bring. i have not yet go to kubur. i should i should. (al-fatihah) i miss you so much.

-i have not go to the doctor. everybody's busy and didnt have the time. i myslef dont. i tire myself to the last ounce of energy. so i wont go about wodering stuff. the lips bled a few times every now and then. i Hate it. its very painful. and i can laugh properly. it so good that i can resist pain, hamdan lillah. but it is still very painful. argh!

-i have not watched HSM3. hwaaargh! and abg, watching HS3 with the maties are gay. says hafiz. haha. (:

i dont know what to write anymore. sigh.

salam!

dear life, please do rock on.
and stop being so dull and boring.
thank you, life.
yours sincerely, NABILAHMOEN(: