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broken barbie

- speak up or shuddup! -

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Somehow or rather, i dun wish to remember all those painful memories. As for the sweetest ones tat i had, it will be locked in my heart and mind, FOREVA.
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Nurul Jannah Ali
aka yEuL
foreva 21
Mummy's & Daddy's spoilt brat
Indecisive
Talkative BUT YET secretive


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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

received a kol frm SGH soon afta i reached hm frm werk. dint dare to ans it, so i pass my hp to momma instd. she went to her room and talked to the lady who koled. followed momma to her room to hear wat the lady hafta say. but momma tried to stop me frm eavesdroppin, coz she dowan me to noe the truth. still, i managed to hear wadev the lady was sayin. she said tat i'v not been attendin any of my docs appt lately, and remind us of the situation im goin thru ryte now. she even said tat if dis problem drags any longer, it could be DEADLY. and as usual, momma said tat we'r not ready phsyically and mentally.



:'(



afta puttin dwn the fone, i locked myself in my room and cried real hard. im scared. afraid of reality. i dint noe wat els to do besides cryin. the ferst ting in my mind at tat point of time, was koling girlfie Huda. she talked and comforted me in a way wich i managed to cool myself dwn. thnx fer everyting beb. eventho ders a certain point wich i totali disagree wif eu juz now.

i kept on cryin and cryin and cryin, till sis took the spare key of my room to open it. and once she opened tat blardy door, the ferst ting tat she said wen she saw me cryin was,

"asal ko dik? sape plak meninggal?"

in my heart, i was answerin to her,

"heyy, it culd be me."



:'(



lyke seriuzly momma, im afraid. eventho eu'r not ready to bring me to the doc agn, follow up on my treatment at JB den. at least we'r aware if ders any changes in my situation. but no. eu'v been way too busy wif eur grandchildren, wich i tink, made eu forget bout ME. im not blaming eu or jealous bout my nephews or watsoever. juz tat i dun wish my condition ryte now to worsen. but stil, iloveyou momma!

haix. dis is why i'v been spendin most of my tyme wif girlfies and havin late nyte's out. i dun wish to tink bout it. i dowan brood on it. coz i noe, it will oni make tings worst. im hapi wen im wif em. at least sumhow, i managed to "run away" frm reality fer a moment. i prefer laffin and smilin, and not cryin.



:((((



* to GOD, pls pls pls gimme tat strength to go thru to all dis test tat eu'v given me. lyke seriuzly, im not as strong as wat eu assumed. so pls GOD? guide me in dis.


psst ; truth hurts.