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Time changes everything. They change you and me.
My name is Nur Adibah.
People call me dyba or dee or as preferred.
I love thick-framed black glasses, which people complain are so nineteen-fifty.
My friends mock me for being fat, but of course the typical me don't give a damn.
Relatively a good girl.
20th July is the day I saw the first sign of life throughout all these years.
I'm just another somebody.
Absolutely have a highly insane love towards photography and editing the shots I captured.
I was told that I'm a high profile glutton. Have an absolutely sweet tooth.
I love chocolates and kkochi. Have a passion for dark colours.
I believe in miracles, alright, and I'm in love with my 2 awesomest bestfriends, Rara and Lala of course.
I'm learning two things I've considered most important in my life: To love, and not to hate.
I ain't perfect but I'm unique, so live with it.

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Firstly, I'm enraged once again w dad yesterday. I took his drilling kit and Ikea hammering kit to do tv mounting on my bedroom wall cos the table is so space consuming yet I can only place a tv. So ridiculous. I took both sets and carry them on my right hand and vacuum cleaner on my left. Went to my room straight and start drilling. Mom knocked on the door (Dad asked to) and start nagging, if I don't know how to use why not ask help from dad. I was like who said I don't!? I know lehs. Then she was like where you learn from!? Secondary school got D&T lesson what, we are being taught! LOL padehal tak eh. Tu first time. So I just closed the door after Mom went out of my room.


After finishing w everything, I just arranged everything in order (THANK GOD I DID) and put it back where they are supposed to be. Went to the washroom to wash hands and legs. Dad just finished his maghrib prayers came out of the room, open the store room door in a v angry manner and took both kits out check everything. I was like SERIOUSLY WHATEVER =_=.


When I walk passed him, he nagged: Even if you know how to use, you don't have to take those discreetly. I was like hmm orang tua ni assume lagi. So I can't keep my mouth shut and replied in the tone he gave me: Who took it discreetly!? I carried it together w the vacuum cleaner in front of you!!! He kept his mouth shut. OMG I was so angry I cried in my room.


The moment parents went out of the house to collect some things, I literally screamed my ass of in the washroom. SO SO SO ANGRY I couldn't believe I really screamed. And the moment he's back, I was vacuuming the whole house, but was doing his room first, and he was like THANKING ME REPEATEDLY cos I just kept quiet. What do you think? Andropause + Split personality? Hmm weird la v weird.




Secondly, I am v glad Ramadhan is over but I am eager for another Ramadhan next year, insh'Allah. Ramadhan teaches me to be v v v patient, I'm still trying. But I believe I'm a lay-back kinda person, just that I like to keep feelings within myself. I can bear provocations depending on how the situation is. Try me when I'm mad nasty and sad. Staying home tomorrow, during Hari Raya which is ridiculously insane. OMG I regret taking annual leave. 




And LASTLY. I'm glad I manage to complete this 30 DAY CHALLENGE. Like I said, once I'm committed to doing something, I will make sure I finish it!