I know I haven't updated in a very long while. These last few weeks are so hectic. Since I have an organiser, I am depressed every time I open it up. I get so edgy and nervous, wondering if I ever get an assignment done on time. I've been nagging Saiful and I keep arguing with him. Sorry Pul...
Oh bloody hell. Something came up. My FTV 111 presentation's tomorrow and I can't access my slides. And my notes are lost somewhere. Argghhh... Why is this always happening to me. Did someone cursed me or something? Hish.
I'll update some other time.
16 August 2005
05 August 2005
Condolence to Aunty Gertie and family
I woke up at around 5 a.m. today. I suddenly remembered my conversation with Mum and Amalina.
Uncle Arip (Dato' Haji Mohamad Arip bin Mahmud) was really ill and his life was depending on a machine. He was at Singapore. I was stunned to hear it. I quickly tried to contact Ama. After an hour an a half I got through to her. She pleaded if I can come visit. Even for just one day. She needs me.
My mum called me up at 6.30 a.m. to break the news to me. Uncle Arip passed away around 5 a.m. today.
Innalillahi wa inna ilailhi rojiun.
Now I know the reason why I cried.
I packed and asked Nezz to send me to the airport straight away. I managed to get the 11.30 a.m. flight.
At 2.30 p.m. I saw Amalina, my dearest, longest best friend after half a year and hugged her and held her dearly. Her dad and her had a colourful history.
I... this is still so hard for me. I hope Aunty Gertie and her family finds comfort.
I will always remember Allahyarham and his generosity. He's always been nice and kind to me. Always has a smile when he sees me. He was borned in 1957. He died when he was only 48. The same age as my dad.
Al-Fatihah.
Uncle Arip (Dato' Haji Mohamad Arip bin Mahmud) was really ill and his life was depending on a machine. He was at Singapore. I was stunned to hear it. I quickly tried to contact Ama. After an hour an a half I got through to her. She pleaded if I can come visit. Even for just one day. She needs me.
My mum called me up at 6.30 a.m. to break the news to me. Uncle Arip passed away around 5 a.m. today.
Innalillahi wa inna ilailhi rojiun.
Now I know the reason why I cried.
I packed and asked Nezz to send me to the airport straight away. I managed to get the 11.30 a.m. flight.
At 2.30 p.m. I saw Amalina, my dearest, longest best friend after half a year and hugged her and held her dearly. Her dad and her had a colourful history.
I... this is still so hard for me. I hope Aunty Gertie and her family finds comfort.
I will always remember Allahyarham and his generosity. He's always been nice and kind to me. Always has a smile when he sees me. He was borned in 1957. He died when he was only 48. The same age as my dad.
Al-Fatihah.
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