I am in school, having my break now.
Tired and sleepy describe me currently.

I try to stay awake and alive during lectures, but the monotone, the bore is making me doozing off to sleep. Deep sleep. BUT with my eyes open wide. It means, dreaming and doodling.
I miss secondary school life. I seriously do. I miss SITI SUFIAH BINTE OTHMAN and her craps in class. I MISS LYDIA MUSLIM and her irritaing voice when singing. I MISS LILY HERYANI and her gossips. AND I MISS KOLLING HANISAH MAK.

I recalled bullying poor Mr liew during lesson. Talking and laughing loudly. Like Nobody's Business. Escape for choice. Go for early recess, self-claim. Sleep during his lesson. Scribled on tables. AND BLABLABLA.

I miss Nur Shuhadah. Im not sure if she will be reading this very post. But i seriously do miss the outings with her. Spent my weekends and days with her prefectly. With commitments around us..we got drifted. but i wish, the last will reanact.

I miss late granny. When i took a nap at her room, i felt as if, i was sleeping on her lap instead of the pillow, when i wipe off my hair from my forehead, i felt as if my hands were her warm hands.



Sesungguhnya kehadiranmu di dalam hidupku mengajar aku erti kehidupan yang sebenar. Kau lah pelita yang menerangi perjalananku yang gelap ini. Memberi aku harapan untuk bangkit setelah sekian lama aku jatuh. Untuk berdikari dalam hidup ini, untuk mempunyai pendirian yang tinggi, aku memerlukan pengalaman. Dan pengalaman itu aku peroleh darimu, duhai nendaaa. tak aku sangka hari cepat berlalu, sehinggakan kau temu dengan masamu untuk bertemu Illahi.... kan aku doa'kan agar pemergiaanmu dirahmati Illahi. Dengan ditemani Al-fatihah.


Amin.








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