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Good bye, adolescent. Right now, I still have forty minutes, before I really say good bye to the 26-me. Haha. What's so big deal? Weiii, it's a big deal for me. For every one year older, I set myself to be this and that. Always. Only when I turned 22, 23 and 24, I called that as my transition years. From nobody to 'somebody'. From empty-headed to at-least-it-isn't-empty-anymore. So, what is 27? Okey, before I go further, let me describe a little, about my 25 and 26 like. *smile Perfect. It's like my last shot to prove to myself(and the world) that, I am okey. I'm just good. And I'm so sorry about my 22, 23 and 24 moments. I really have no intention to become like that, but hey! I fix almost everything! So, let's be happy! Haha. But I'm grateful. I wanted to know how is it feels like to be away from my own country, I did. Solo, in groups, with my bestfriend. I did that. I found a job that really fits me, in all angles; from the job scope its

The last thing I would like to do is to decide. Even for the smallest thing. But, as I grew older, there's no way I could maintain to do so. But, I guess, the moment that I had to decide, was basically right on time. I'm the most middle child out of 8. I tend to agree on everything. I almost didn't see the need of me making any decisions, because I trusted on others. Wasn't that, simple? I just disliked to.....think so much. I was, really a simple minded one. Well, that is something positive to say, by owning such attitude. What others don't really know, something about intention here. I could say, it's the major factor. The reason of why I like to let people decide for me, was because I could blame on them, if, things went wrong. I hate responsibilities. That's why. But, that was all in the past. As I mentioned above, the time was just right when I fibally had to make my own decisions. Everything were just right; the age, the event, the situations.

It stands for Best Cousin Forever. An idea that I thought on somewhere few years back, obviously from that so called BFF stuff. A sister, from another mother? Whatever one can called. A bestfriend? I tell you, it's even better. I always pray to Allah s.w.t that I can always be with them. But not until, recently. Yes, there are two of them. Let me reveal their names, one is Ya and another is Kak Anis. But trust me, Ya is 2 years older than me, while Kak Anis is 3 years younger than me. So, don't mind about the 'Kak', it's just something I grew up with. Ya is Mak Long's youngest daughter, and Mak Long is Mama's eldest sister. And Kak Anis is Umie's eldest daughter, and Umie is Mama's first little sister. And I am Mama's most middle child. Long short story, we grew up, almost together. Eventhough we were not really together, but there was this story of me with each of them. Kak Anis. She was the long-awaited offspring of her parents. So, m