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An ordinary girl without any super powers. Was born with a few % of Chinese blood. Wore braces and retainers before. Used to be always in her state of trance. Gets distracted easily by the surroundings. Always have ridiculousweird
dreams, not wet dreams. Family/relatives call me Nurul. Friends call me Jannah. And i definitely believe that it takes more muscle to frown than to smile =D

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Thursday, February 21, 2008
ok. so i went for xray on tuesday and doc pronounced that i had a fracture. so, my mom was like, does she have to wear a cast? and said yes and nodded his head for dunno how many times.

then he looked back at the xray film and observed again. the room turned icy cold. after sometime, leaving me daydreaming, he broke the silence by saying that there was a bone missing.

i dont know whether to laugh or to start worrying. all i did was scratch my itcy, bandaged ankle. he cant explain why it had gone missing (neither could i). so i have to refer to a specialist next wk.

this specialist better know what's going on! this explains why ive been having this wobbly feeling everytime i walk.

where the hell did my bone go?! or who's that robber/burglar/thief who stole it??

i'm not worried about my fracture. i'm more worried about my missing bone. oh pls come back bone. mommy misses you.

ive totally forgotten that my birthday is tmr, until nabillah gave me an advanced wish. i'm just not excited about it. on my sweet sixteen birthday, and i have to face this pain on my leg. and a missing bone. that's why i just dont feel like celebrating it. it's like something's incomplete.