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.Wednesday, March 18, 2009 ' 12:10 AM Y
MONDAY

had PP. it was monday blue. and most of my gang wore black. PP was nothing much. do werksheet plus lecture. after PP head back home. thats wer my heart pump like nobody business. kan choing ness started.

went back home and started doing on ID. slept at 4pm and my intention was to wake up at 7 to continue. and i woke up from my dreamland at 830pm. GOSH! im behind time. bf reach my place at 830pm and we head to IMM at 9pm. for some thing.

i was shocked to get msg from nora whereby MR Sim had past away. i couldnt control and i burst out crying. he was the best teacher ever. the closest teacher. we would never ever miss celebrating chinese new year with him. come over to his place for his bdae. giving him suprises. he is the best. i know he would want to see us success in life. and i am very sure most of us will. insyaAllah. Amin.



he was the one that is sitting on the right. he taught us alot of things in life.



i will never ever forget him. we will miss u mr Sim. we will. Rest In Peace.
TUESDAY
didnt go for history. did my id as much as i can. but i will somehow fall into bloghopping and surfing. my bad. i admit.
went over to Mr Sim funeral at somewhere in Thomson. i couldnt tahan my tears. and i did cry. oh god. no werds can describe how i feel.
after visiting, head to yishun for dinner with sarahlee, nora n alwi. then back to home sweet home.
now its time to start speeding, dont u think so?
now i know who i can trust and who i shouldnt.

yours truly, hidayah.






THE LOVE-ED ONE;Y

hello. i am hidayah.
30 November 1987
happily attched to
my dear, omar.

SCREAM;TALKY



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