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Nabeelah is the name.
Eightteen is the age.
18NOV1991
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Ngee Ann Poly, Sch of HSN

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

i was never able to be myself again after my mum passed away.
i thgt myself to be the pnly hurting over the incident, but as days went by, i got a bit better and knew everyone was feeling the same way.

after i read her assignment, gosh, i must have really caused her a hard time.
i knew that i wasnt close to her as much as i was close to my big sis back then.
we'd gang up on her and bully, but my mum always supported her. so she had the backbone.
but after her passing on, my second sis had really no one to lean back on. she had to start from scratch to build a closer relationship with me. she had to be a mum, a sister, and a friend.
as she wrote in hers, i was going thru a rebellious age at that time, i used to get irritated with my dad alot, and i still do. she used to e the one talking to me and then to my father. but it didn treally work for me. but when i really started growing up, i also realized my dad must be having a hard time trying to make the ends meet, constant worrying abt his 3daughters, and constant worrying on how people would talk if we didnt grow up properly.
but then i guess second one had to go through alot the most. but i am glad i became closer to her. though i make her irritated lots and lots of time, i know she still loves me alot. and she wont give up hopes on me.

just for her and my family, i've decided no matter how i feel, i am going to finish my nursing diploma first. the rest i would think when i have graduated. but thats my main priority for now.
but the only thing i am scared is i will let everyone down.

ps. i am sorry i read ur assignment.
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