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stories biography escapes archives


Overview

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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

Dancefloor


MusicPlaylist
MySpace Playlist at MixPod.com
Monday, April 21, 2008
bye mak ngah (my auntie) & hello seattle, for her.

there she goes with wahab (my baby cousin) to US with her african-arab husband, who lives and works in US. off she flew to seattle at 7am yesterday and will be migrating there. seeing her in wheelchair makes me cry more. due to her fractured leg, she has to wear cast and travel all the way to US with the heavy cement on her right leg, with lots of luggages and with her 6 mths baby. haix. what a pity to see her in her condition. trust me, i wont marry a foreigner.

the moment we waved good-bye to her, i started to burst into tears. seriously, i cant hold it back anymore. those times we spent together suddenly just pop-ed into my head, thinking it'll just be memories.

the night before her departure, i gave her the scrapbook (that ive always been talking about) to her at around midnight. she couldnt stop smiling and tears welled up in her eyes. it's so satisfying to see her elated to receive such gift. she then, gave me this hp keychain of an angel made my crystal beads. oh, she knew i'm in love with such beads. and also, a CK perfume ( for women).

oh man..such a sad ending. these are some pics taken from the scrapbook. i only take those of my fav. ones.
Photobucket Just a kiss away. [wahab only 2 days old]

Photobucket my auntie's fave. pic. [when i was 3 yrs old and brother 5 yrs old]

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Photobucket [me and my baby cousin who migrated to US]


pics at the airport:
Photobucket [pak haji, waiting to get on the plane]

Photobucket the on on the left is my auntie and the right is her african-arab hubbie.

Photobucket like father, like son


i didnt forget to take some of wahab's clothes as a souvenir.
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