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She's back!
Date: Friday, March 13, 2009



At around 2, I went to Bandar with my parents to send Abang Azhar to UBD. But first, we stopped by at Kiulap to take my laptop. But the repairmen told that we'll have to wait for about 2 or 3 hours to get things done.

So while waiting, we did window shopping and wandering around The Mall. Hours passed by and we went back to Kiulap. And the same guy told that we will have to wait for another half hour. Again, while waiting, we went to Seri Q-lap Mall, and my parents and brother performed their prayers.

30 minutes passed and we went back to the place earlier, and DONE. I've been missing her so much. I feel sorry that my dad have to spend a lot of money to get her fixed. I am so sorry dad.

So now I promise that I'll take care of my laptop. I won't hurt her, and I will let her get enough rest. I can't keep her stomach full really, after all, she's just a machine. Hehe.

Then before headed home, I have to say goodbye to Abang Azhar. Stopped by at Tutong for a while and reached home at 8.


Arrived home and my Memet was there.

It was such a long day. I'm so glad my laptop is okay now. But everything is missing. My pictures, the videos, songs. The memories are fading, again. I realize that this year might be the worst year of my life. But I don't want to believe it.

Off now. Assalammualaikum.