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 3rd Feb 2021. 

Lost my matric card at Al-Khalil, 

Thankful that i didn't discover Jurjani, Khawarizmi & Ibnu Sina that Zulaikha and I did an ultimate adventure to EVERY level, corner and room setiap bangunan. 🙂 or else it would be a year hell for me searching for my matric card 😭. 


*the photo we took during our visit to invisible balcony at Al-Khalil, and ya i just noticed that my matric card isn't where it supposed to be. 🙂 prolly missing before we took bunches of selfies. 


It was 4.30 pm, i was sitting in the middle of my mahallah compound, listening to the singing breeze whistling out for my name.. 🥰  Re-charging myself a bit after 7 hari 7 malam perjalanan to the library, cuz i have to return the books I've borrowed last month. But then all of sudden my bestfriend (he is 😚) Afizul texted me about ICT. He asked me about my Microsoft Excel for he seemed unsure about what he did 😂. 



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA but i am currently enjoying my time under the shady tree so i was so lazy to get up to level 4, take Zulaikha's pendrive, and go downstairs and head to the end of the world, Computer Lab 😑. 


*me while Afizul is texting me.

So then Afizul sent me a voice message that makes me feel like im going to lose my nose, eyes, hearts and anything in between that i dun want to show myself anymore to the world 🐒 

Like i did something on Monday that only me, God and a few people of my life know about it BUT NOT AFIZUL. 

Of course i was shocked, idiot, how come he knows about it? 😂 like the EXACT event???? 🙄 however his voice msgs do make me happy though that the fact that he wont lie anything to me HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA definitely what im grateful for in my foundation life. 

::::i did something on Monday morning that i feel so bad for doing it 😭 i prayed to Allah days and nights to make me forget the incident however, i think Afizul's msg is the answer to my prayer 🤧

Wanna expose the voice though, for every word i am writing here in the blog is just for me in the future to reminiscing my younger life, but yea i dont really believe this blog doesn't has stalkers 😝. 


Ok better stop before i reveal too much 🍒





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