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      It's Fridaaaaaay! And as for this semester, I do not have Friday classes. At. All. Tapi Isnin-Khamis memang penuh lah kan.        Semalam heard this one particular song on the radio.       My ex kindergarten teacher which now is known as the mother of my best bud, Teacher Sharifah told me that my friends and I once sang this song together just because. My beloved aunt who was also my kindergarten teacher, Mak Tam at the time spilled her tears. Teacher Sharifah looked at her and asked "Why are you crying? Stop crying." And Mak Tam answered "Just think about it, they are going to be big girls and all. Kejap je masa." To that, Teacher Sharifah also cried (time tu her daughter was one of the 'singers' lagi pun hehe). I'm a big, big girl in a big, big world It's not a big, big thing if you leave me but I do, do feel that I do, do will miss you much miss you much       Sure enough, here I a...

        Dad got home from the mosque, opened the door and greeted with an enthusiastic "Hiii!" which he replied "Assalamualaikum." sarcastically, of course. But I didn't back down, I reply "Hiii!" once again with the same kind of enthusiasm to which dad being dad, got into his sermon mode which goes like "Penat-penat aku ajar kau bagi salam. Kau HI kan aku." By that time I was grinning like crazy on the verge of HA HA HA.       Then he continues "...kau ni sama macam kakak kau." And sure enough, he was referring to our HI thingy. Not that she(I) dislike giving out Salam(s) but that just how things work; to show dad that he's love. She does gave out enthusiastic kind of HIs to him when he came back (when she was home). And I guess, now I am too.       It kinda reminds me of our childhood. Which pretty much can be summed up by the photo below. Source: 9gag.com             This was (still is...

2013 is The year I had been disrespected upon. The year the thrill of making new friends is lost. The year I've been humiliated in front of people. The year I've been misjudged. The year I was laughing one moment then cry the next. The year that being the person that I am is unacceptable. The year a trusted 'friend' used my deepest darkest moment against myself. The year I know that not everyone is a friend. It stings but despite all that, 2013 is also The year 2 cuteness-overload-persons officially are a part of Hisham's in May and in November. The year I realised that my mom will always be my knight in shining armor. The year kakak asked "Sedih eh jadi anak bongsu? Takde sape eh nak dengar cerite awak?" and hugged me long time and be there for me like she never did before. The year I watched a beautifully written movie with dear brother and sister-in-law; he cried during the movie and so did I. The year I learn tha...