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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Second wave.

Masa terbang.
Masa kadang lambat, jalan seret kaki.
Tapi sebenarnya tu hati yang merasa.

Basit, thank you untuk masa yang terbuang untuk saya.

Memang takde pun contact 24/7 sepanjang sebulan dia cuti. Tapi ntah, berat hati nak lepas. Tu lah Nur Hafiza yang tak reti bersyukur. Tuhan dah bagi peluang sebulan, nak lebih.

Saya redha, cekal kan mental bagi dia pergi cari rezeki. It is all in your mind, Fi.

Basit, go and come home safely. There are hearts waiting for you.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

First teachers in my life

Ibu and Ayah.

Ibu is a housewife, as she does everything. I don't know where she gets all her strength! She wakes up first and sleeps last. She will make sure every school and work attire is nicely ironed, meals are ready on time, home is clean everyday. She said she had to stop her education in primary school even though she was the smartest among her siblings, and one with highest ambition - a lawyer. It is not a reason for her to not checking ip our homework and helping is to finish it. She is a bless. She teaches me how to be a lady, through examples. I always want to be like her though I know I never be. :)

Ayah. He worked hard since he was young. His salary was so little. I could imagine how happy Ayah and Ibu when they manage to buy their first car after I was born. Ayah, despite his hard work never failed to prepare us with extra worksheets. He taught us Maths. He drew pictures and photocopied for Angah an I. So we spent mornings to do it together. Sometimes we read. We love it like that.

One of the reasons I want to get married is I want to share what I've been through with my kids. I want to be there for them, just like what my parents have done for three of us.

Ibu, Ayah, thank you.

Friday, February 15, 2013

I have moved on.

Flashback - I was dating the most charming boy of my school back in 2005. Blindly waiting for him for years, thinking he'd come back to me.

I finally fell in love with someone else in 2012.

Seven years to forget this guy. First love konon.

Now, this 2005 guy visits and helps my mom everyday at the laundry. And today he patted my head, pulled my ears as he did when we were an item.

And all that flashed in front of my eyes is Basit, the 2012 guy.

Now I am sure whose voice I wanna hear everyday, whose hands I wanna hold, whose hardships I wanna face with.


Thank you, Chief. I owe you a lifetime, for bringing back my smiling eyes.

I meow you.