After finishin' all the chores....


I do know that I have this dominant evil~ish side,
I do admit that I nurtured 'em rite after my life encounter the first poverty durin Y2K,

But.......

*I was only a kid.....

Seein' how peeps treat 'me', when 'I' was helpless,
So, I did give a lil 'touch' on every of my Orang Tua did,
For the sake of survivin'.

I've been exposed to the world, the REAL world of employment; employer, employee, everythin', since then.

Fall after another fell.
I looked at my Orang Tua..

I always blame myself for not bein';

As strong as the eldest,
An ahli syurga as the Autistic bro,
As hard-workin' as the big sis,
As braniac as the big bro,
As beautiful as the lil' sis,
As patience as lil' bro,
And,
As new~ly born(clean in the inside) as the youngest.

I was practically;

Pemalas
Suka berangan
Kedekut
"Kalau pandai takpe jugak"
Abah sayang
Lurus bendul
Sensitif
Penakut
Pendiam
Hidung besar
Tak boleh diharap
Banyak roma(dude, I shaved 'em when I was only standard two(2), blame MTV and Channel [V])
Sakit jiwa(the latest)
*lists will be updated by 'times'...

Seriously,
I accepted all the facts when I was standard three(3), which was in the year 1998.
The year which, Malaysia encounter some these so-called political wars.

I still remember, how much the impact of Anwar Ibrahim got locked up, while he was givin' 'speech' at his house in Damansara, to my Orang Tua.
Sumtimes, I felt like,
"Kesian diorg(Anwar's Family)".
Lookin' at his wife and still 'baby'-sized kids, Nurul Iman(I was like, why is the girl name like a guy?LOL), Nurul Nuha(Aaa..this one I like, cos it sounds so, manja, when we say it out loud.) And I never know how does the son look like, not until few years ago.
I read Harakah.
I wonder,
Won't the children feel ashamed? Their father has been locked up? And their faces were in front of all the national mass media?

Seriously,
I just dislike Mahathir Mohamad, because his wife is wearin' wig, instead of hijab, a proper hijab.
Since before,

I tried to look for flaws in Dr. Azizah, but, until today, even though she does ageing a lil',
but, her attire, is syara'~ful.
But, maybe, she just like to use satin-fabric hijab, which is I recently heard that, it's forbidden. The satin features that make it, become forbidden. I dunno, maybe I shud re-check.
And so, one day, Abah, brought me and I remembered there was Mama too,
at KLIA, waitin' for Anwar's.
So, it was Nurul Izzah.
I can still remember clearly,
How stunned I was, when I saw her,her skin, was(is? NVM) super flawless.
Like,
A non-painted porcelain.
My eyes were almost popped-out.
I dunno, I just naturally love beauty.

So one day,
I couldn't recall, startin' from when,
But, back in 1997, when I was standard two(2),
My cousin, named, Nur Iylia Afiqah Binti Mohd. Hakimi, came to my 'life'.

To be continued....


But......













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