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Eighteen this year with a strong passion. Whilst working with Self Leadership International full-time role as an Admin Coordinator, I started my speciality as a creative designer few years ago. It has been my dream to be one at a young age. I designed business cards, birthday cards, fliers, customize t-shirt, photo collage, blog/multiply website & many others you can think of! Inspired by everything and anything, I have fulfilled my clients' need without doubts.

On the other sides of the note, i'm a jovial person who can laugh at anything. Even if it takes to be alone, i have this habit of reminisce back the funny moments and laughed at myself. My heart has been stolen to the person whom i called, BeauBoi.

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Nenekku.
Oh yes. You can look @ the time now.

Time check: 06:49 AM

You may wanna ask me what I'm doing till the morning. Okay, here's the fact. I've been sleeping mcm, tidur tidur ayam for the past few hours just now till I decided to give up @ 0613 & went online.

When I went online, someone msged me, TERROR. Siapa lagi, si Kakak NanaChica tu lah. :p Die pun sekaki. Tapi tak lah seteruk aku kan. She's from 3 in the morning da online.

Terror habes.
Suke edit gambar? Suke?
Update taknak! * K. Lariiiiiiiiiiiii *


Something is like 'haunting' me. How I wish BeauBoi was here hugging me tightly. I don't know if you know, PERCAYA all this thing. But then, I know this thing WUJUD. Nenek was warded @ TTSH -again. She fell the other day. Then now, she's in the Hospital hayal-ing tak berbual banyak. Sigh.

I ask myself, DO I BELIEVE IN GHOST?


Yesterday, my uncle came to visit Nenek. Nenek as usual was hayal. Asyik termenung aje tao! So my uncle 'sedekah Al-Fatihah' as in Pray for her @ her ear while rubbing his forehead. Nenek still termenung. Then, my uncle asked Nenek.

Uncle: Mak.. Kenapa termenung aje? Siapa dtg? (mcm referring to the arwah's ah gitu)
Nenek: Na... Na.. (short form of her calling my Arwah atok, her husband)
Uncle: Mak nak jumpe Abah? *while rubbing her forehead*
Nenek: *slowly she nod*
My uncle baca surah surah & minta izin Allah supaya kurniakanlah hajat my Nenek tu.

Then, my cousin (which is my uncle's daughter) just came from the toilet which is OUTSIDE the ward (& she didn't know anything at ALL). When she walked in, she was terrified. Totally. She saw an old men (the arwah) wearing white jubah standing looking @ Nenek. My cousin knew she saw the Arwah Atok cause she only saw the side view. She remember clearly that, the 'thing' was staring @ Nenek without any glance on anything else. Then ape lagi, bulu roma die dah naik, she rubbed Nenek's leg trying to cool down. My uncle saw his daughter mcm gitu. He knew something was not right. So when they reached back, my cousin told my uncle what she saw.

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I know not everyone can see the same thing. Then, do you know? Since then, Nenek has been staring @ that part where Arwah Atok is standing.


OKAY. NOW I SOUND LIKE telling a ghost story.
-___-
But SUMPAH, this is what my cousin told me. I dont need anyone to like 'percaya my story' but I know this thing somehow Wujud. Allah maha kuasa, maha SEGALANYA

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Recently, my Makcik (my Nenek's daughter juga) mimpi that my house ramai orang. OK. My heart beats faster now. Astarghfillah.

I kept asking myself,
What is that suppose to mean?

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Seriously, I'm weak @ all this. Enough is enough but then, semua dah tercatat.







Ya Allah. Aku redha Ya Allah. Janganlah kau seksa nenekku. Ampunkanlah dosa-dosanya Ya Allah. Ya Allah, kaulah yang maha pengasih, yang maha penyayang. Berikanlah aku kekuatan & tenteramkanlah hatiku ini Ya Allah. Aku mohon padamu Ya Allah. Aku mohon.

Amin.


Nenek. Just get well soon.
That's it.


ps/ Blogger Raya & Raya with Beauboi's friends on the next post. I'm going to the hospital now to visit Nenek. I know she needs someone beside her all day long. I know she's afraid of something. Infact, I don't wanna feel that 'regret' thingy.


Sigh. 2007. SERIOUSLY, it's not my YEAR.
I guess you should know what I mean.