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Fique Syafiq is Rilek Jack


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the sheeps starts to go,"bek bek"
Friday, November 27, 2009, 11:50 PM
-I Just Love Her So Much-

Woke up late today. Did my hari raya haji prayers at the 8.30 timing because the 7.15 on already ended at around 8. Prayed with mostly bangladeshis but it's pretty much ok I suppose. They are afterall brothers of islam. Well at least those in the mosque are. Heh. Helped out with the admin side mostly. Last year already got myself dirty inside the cage with the sheeps so this year, a cleaner job for me to handle. Alhamdulillah, everything was smooth though there were moments my patience was tested, but that happens almost every year. No use getting pissed/angry during this day agreed? Aunt's place was next after friday prayers. Didn't stay till the end cause I need to meet my family too. Feels great to catch up with family and spend some quality time.

Home sweet home only came at around 9. Watched this show about a girl named,"Raudhah" on Suria at 9.30. That show, really moved me. It touched me. It made me realise, how greatful I should be when I'm not in that kind state. Broken family. Having a younger sibling diagnosed with cancer and eventually passed away. Btw, the younger sibling in that show, is Raudhah. Throughout the show while i was watching, I tried putting myself in the different character's shoe. I'm not a single bit embarassed to say that tears eventually did flow. It flowed like an overflowing sink when Raudhah can no longer talk and eventually can only write to communicate with her mum. Reason why my tear flowed like mad is because, it made me think how much communication have I done with my mum. With my parents. What if one day it just so happen that all of a sudden I were to become like her state? It would be too late wouldn't it?

After the show, mum saw my red eyes and a rudolphy red nose and commented," Sejak-sejak dah masuk theatre nie, sensitive betol ehk kau tgk criter smpi boleh nangis". I took that as a compliment and answered,"Menjiwai watak". Hahahaha! Macam Paham right my answer? Oh, wells.

Till then,
Rilek Jack