and i miss you so.

missing you

i miss your abrupt presence at my door
i miss your subtle way of making surprises
i miss how i feel embarrassed every time you laughed loudly in the cinema
i miss how i used to do things just to get your attention while you are driving
i miss it how you will wait for me patiently for my many times going to the ladies
i miss it how you will tolerate my macam2 plans
i miss it when you told your stupid jokes and how i felt for it eventhough i knew exactly what you are doing
i miss your excited faces everytime you hear ti my stories
i miss how you would find time to talk to me when i called during your boys' night out
i miss how your voice would sound when you hear my voice after few days without it
i miss seeing your habit of arranging your food before you eat which makes me embarrased as i would just eat it all
i miss you.thousand times. ive missed you more and more even after these 8years.

God,I miss you.

This distance is definitely testing us.Ive missed you so.I hope youre safe there with His blessings. am listening to your list of songs, if that could cure my loneliness. just want you to know that i love you.and i will never stop saying that.i love you zulhilmi.

In the name of ORIGINALITY

got to admit. ive been one of the persons who always look up for someone else in most of the things i do. way of thinking, speaking, fashion, hobbies, name it.im so not original.yeah, im guilty of those. you may fancy yourself as original? but believe me it's not easy to be the one and only or original- you call it.

facebook might be one of the reasons to instigate the not-being-original syndrome or could be an hindrance into becoming one. people can be too engrossed into other people's life that they might have forgotten to appreciate theirs.most of your conversations might sound like, "eh, know what i found that my friends blahblahblah...' rather than talking about YOU. Instead of I, it becomes THEY. It might start with being bz checking out with other people's lives and then you might start to even copy them.Period!

nvtheless,im learning into becoming me,myself. im trying to find the answer to the question Who is Me? Looking back at the path that you've chosen, the decision you have made might give you a lil bit of clues of who you are or who you're becoming into. think whether you'd like the person that you're turning into. and whether it shows the signs of originality or a copy cat.

blessed.

blessed.
blessed when i see your face.
when you're waiting at the door.
with the smell of my favourite tempoyak ikan patin filling all over the house.

blessed.
when you updated us with your stories.
kak esyah, ustaz y, mak cik x, opah z, blah2
i can always smile,smile,smile even if i dun even know them
cuz ill never feel bored to hear about 'them' from you.

blessed.
when you always ask question about me.
do u always cook? how bout your housemates?
and as always, ill never get tired repeating the same answers to you over and over again.

blessed.
when we sit together.
sipping coffee kurang manis (for abah) while making our karipap.
laughing over stupid jokes of his colourful childhood memories.

blessed.
when you never say no to my asking.
want this that those too.
and as usual 'no' is never an answer.
and that is when i love u most.:P

blessed.
to be born from you both.
to be part of you both.
till death do us apart.
i will always love you, mak n abah.