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Saturday, July 08, 2006

Followed Aisah and her family to Fort Canning Park for this "konsert islam". My mom was supposed to go but then she has no one to go with and there's only one ticket. So, she told me to go there with Aisah and record the doa and zikir for her. I went for the sake of my mom plus she told me that I could stay over at Aisah's to catch the soccer match between Germany and Portugal. Watched Dora the Explorer in the car with Aisah's adorable yet noisy siblings.hah. When we finally reached there, the place was filled with people, young and old. We sat at the open space where they provided a huge mat for us to settle down. The place was quite eerie looking and yet..it somehow, gave me a sense of tranquility. With the presence of the serene sky filled with moving cottony clouds which masks the sight of the beautiful moon upon feeling the breeze blowing softly against my cheeks, made me think of sweets. If only he was there, at that very moment. We could be the witness of this happenstance. With his head against my lap, I could stroke his wavy hair gently with great cautious whereas my other hand would intertwine with his; resting them on his chest where I could feel his heartbeat racing, portraying the undying affection. I would then, bend closer to him and whisper in his ear that there is no other, besides him. Moving on, we stopped to a few places before going to Aisah's house. Her mom bought murtabak and such. Aisah slept in the car while I was trying to stay awake. At her house, we ate murtabak and roti nan. I played with her little sister for a while then went to sleep to preserve some energy before the match starts in an hour's time. Right before that, Aisah and I have set the alarm to 2.30am. Aisah woke me up..it was already 5 plus. We both missed the match..hurr. We only get to see the fireworks and the Germany fans cheering. Slengerbacins..But, I'm really really glad Germany won..woohoo! Both of us went to bed again then woke up around 8 plus because Aisah had to go for her religious class and I had to go home because my mom needs her handphone before she goes off to work.