OMG. I really miss schooling.
I miss 4E3 seyy.

Yesterday went to WGS to take my testimonial and certificate. But mine cuddent get released due to something. The 'something' is something that i am lazy to elaborate. If not, whole-wide-world know my problem. Whatever it is, patience is the key.

I met sufiah, lydia and shawal. As usual, we sure got something to talk and laugh about. While making our way to school, and as we laughed on small little things, from where i am standing, i am uberly proud that all of us made it to the next level after 4 years of express + stress education. The only thing is that, the will that you implant in yourself, the effort you made, and the prayers you said. Thank you ALLAH for my success.

I miss school and 4E3 alot. Unity is strength. And its true. we stand up for each other, and remain together no matter how tough it is. The jokes and mischievious things we did in class, still plays in my mind sey. especially our chemistry teacher, MR Liew. He is no longer in school. Haissseeyy.....

I and sufiah took the same bus to get to causeway. She's mitting her cuzzie while im going to work. Then i realised, the different colours of life each of us have lah kan. I am a few minutes late for work. But actually, HALF AN HOUR late. I rushed to the toilet to get changed. And swisspishly glide my way into the store room. Hoping no one sees me. BUT, my manager came in. JENG JENG JENG.

Manager : From where?
Hidayah : School.
Manager : Oh kay. Go hand over.
Hidayah : *FUH* and nods repeatedly like and obedient child.

Actually, yesterday i wasnt in any mood to work. So basically all my work were half done and undone. Shit man. Tmr work. Mid-shift.

During my free time, i usually blog hop. And its fun. Like i say, to see the different colours of life. To read about, emotional, happy-go-lucky, sensitive, proud, cocky people. It really exciting.




These few days, i had been un-mooo00oooodd. No mood it means. I had always throwing my tantrum at hubbie. The only reason is that i AM tired. I am seeking for attention. From someone i care and look up upon. The other half of me. The one and only someone that i had known for long. I am sorry sayang, because of my anger towards him, i venge it on you. The moment i want to talk about it to you, i felt it is redundant. Cause, by doing so, will make me even moo000ooo000ooodless. whatever it is b, I love you. And i will always do.




















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