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hey moon, please forget to fall down. hey moon, don't you go down.
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i'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue
don't stop! believing.
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blue or brown? *drools*
date: Friday, November 7, 2008 time: 11:09 PM
idk bila it exactly happened, tapi timeline nya time we had tahlil for a week after nenek dut passed away. some of the karims datang ke kubur untuk baca yaasin & tahlil.
bila sudah habis, mum asked me to simpan balik kerusi-kerusi ke tempat asal then yang lain siram kubur nenek. so i was heading to the place all by myself. i couldn't witness any family datang ke kubur except mine. so it was obviously sunyi. suddenly, i heard a voice; a woman's voice. unfamiliar one. i turned my head to see where did the voice come from. rupanya di kubur hujung near the gate where nobody was there. no one. i tried to listen carefully, surprisingly aku dengar the voice was crying whilst membaca ayat Quran kali. i couldn't hear her clearly because her wailing stood out. macam bunyi orang menangis menyasal. i kept my mouth shut and went straight to the place where the chairs are located. that thing puzzled me for a whole day. at the end of the day, i realised it was Ramadhan. the following day, we came to kubur again. since curiousity filled me up, i came to see the kubur. finally, i knew kubur atu kubur lelaki. alas, no more that voice. so yea, that's how the story ends. haha. ps: this is neither prabola indosiar/SCTV drama nor cock and bull story. i do make up stories sometimes, but not this time. yeeaa mann~ *happy belated birthday christy* blue's cuter than brown :))) Labels: bedtime story, nenek dut, Ramadhan and that's.. a wrap!
i'm still here, chief.
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of what we used to be
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of late
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unlike any other
THE KARIMS
Haris the Gunner 
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meet me in the midst of the crowd
perfect harmony
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