Sometimes, you have to let go
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 1:56 PM
Boarded the train to school with Hans yesterday, and saw Byda :D Upon reaching Lavender, saw my beloved Marahaina, (cehh, xD) Case tige hari tk jumpe, jd gile kejap. I was even on high mood, "Buat ape? Die dh fifteen?". Heh, ssssshh! She told me about *insertname*. Make me, o.o Even before entering class, the rest was laughing about something. When i saw what it was, i LMAO! Wiyah, esok2 wear pink and black uh. Cmfrm tkde org prasan. Heh, *peace* Had a bit of free time and did Maths. Median was making my head go bonkers for a while.We did some exercises during Tafsir and Aifaa taught Banu a word, very kekek and kurangasam! Banu was very naive. Hahahahahahaha!! Had much laugh on Monday.
But, never thought that all those laughs turned into tears. It was when Mdm A told me to pack up cause mum called school to tell me to go back. My first thought was about my granny. My guess was true. When Mdm A said that my granny passed away. I felt restless for a while. Teared up telling my friends. My journey back home was day dream. Reached home and wash up and went out again at three plus. I tried not to cry and hold back my tears, but i just cant. It then flowed down. I didnt get a chance to kiss (late) granny's forehead due to that mum said its not that good as i was crying. Didnt follow them to the graveyard, but was reciting Al-Ikhlas all the way. The cousin's bounded after a long time. But some were anti-social. Cant blame him, his the only boy cousin. The rest are all girls. My family was the last to go back. And i had a huge headache. Thanks Uncle John for the kaa-chings! Thanks Artini for calm(ing) me down.
Not in school today, that huge headache still there. Tahlil again tonight.
Bbye loves!
But, never thought that all those laughs turned into tears. It was when Mdm A told me to pack up cause mum called school to tell me to go back. My first thought was about my granny. My guess was true. When Mdm A said that my granny passed away. I felt restless for a while. Teared up telling my friends. My journey back home was day dream. Reached home and wash up and went out again at three plus. I tried not to cry and hold back my tears, but i just cant. It then flowed down. I didnt get a chance to kiss (late) granny's forehead due to that mum said its not that good as i was crying. Didnt follow them to the graveyard, but was reciting Al-Ikhlas all the way. The cousin's bounded after a long time. But some were anti-social. Cant blame him, his the only boy cousin. The rest are all girls. My family was the last to go back. And i had a huge headache. Thanks Uncle John for the kaa-chings! Thanks Artini for calm(ing) me down.
Not in school today, that huge headache still there. Tahlil again tonight.
Bbye loves!
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