Childhood

I felt very tired. I woke up about half past three to pray Fajr and after that I can't sleep. The weather was hot. No fan or air- conditioner to chill the house .. I jumped out of my bed and sat on my table. The computer was still 'on'. Ahh.. I better do something useful. So I decided to continue my story. Mmm.. the story about my childhood.

The rain still poring out side the house. I was standing near the window staring every drop of water that fall from the zinc roof. It's so noisy when the drop of rain knocking the zinc. I hope the rain will stop because we planed to go swimming with our friends. We often go swimming in the river that situated not far from home. After a while, the rain stopped. I hope my mum still allowed us to go there even I knew that the water level will rise after rain.

I left the house with my second sister called Acik. Our little brother Aluk and little sister Ella was not allowed because my mum said It dangerous for them to go. I felt very happy that my mum trust me although I am just six years old at that time. We took about five minute to reach the river. so many people there. And I heard some one crying hysterically. I felt my leg shaking and my heart beating... Ohhh My God!!

Memories

I'm still sitting on my old couch. Thinking to write something in my blog. Although in summer the weather is not warm. Most of the day are raining, cloudy and windy. But today is much better. The sun shine since morning and it's good for doing laundry .... It's saved your penny when you not using tumble dryer. I'm still sitting comfortably in the same old couch. Ahh.. what I gonna write in this blog?? My mind still thinking. Mmm... How about the story of my home town or my schoolmate?? ..ahh I think it's better to write a story about my childhood..How do I start??. Mmm... Let me start with this.

I was born in 'kampung' somewhere in Johore. At that time my mum was about thirty four years old. She was ten years younger than my dad. Just imagine, when they got married, my mom was thirteen years old and my dad was twenty three. My mom said I was born at my grandma's house that not far from our house. My dad gave me my name, inspired by the popular song which sang by his favorite singer.. ... Ho..ho..I 'am not argued about this name .. because I like it....

I got three brothers and four sisters. I am the fourth in my family. My childhood not so bad. I used to played with my brothers and sisters and we enjoyed playing all over 'kampung' with our neighbours. No video games, no skateboarding, no barbie dolls like the children nowadays. We're happy playing hop scotch (ting-ting), 'batu seremban', 'main bola asam' and many more. All the toys were made by ourselves.... how creative we were. We made our own dolls with piece of cardboard, made toys pistol with wood that we found around our house and we loved to climb rambutan's trees and ate it's fruits while clinging on it. It's full of fun and I miss all that moment.

If you want to know more story, wait until the next post.

Live Must Go On

Live must go on, even not happier than before. I still thinking that mum is still there... in 'kampung', waiting for me to come back. Oh God.. I'm so stupid. Sometime when I am calling back home, I still hoping that mom will pick up the phone and say 'hello' to me.. Oh mum, I miss you so much. I pray and duas for you a lot.
It is a great lost for us here. Every where I go and everything I do, I remember what we did together here. You are happy here, is'nt it mom?? You keep telling people even your back home for a month. I hope you're in rahmah of Allah now ..insyallah..amin

It's hurt

It's very hurt... when you know that some one that you love has gone .. forever. That what I feel now. I'm still hoping that I was dreaming or nightmare. But when I woke up everything was fine. Ahh.. but it's not a dream .. it's TRUE!!! My mom has past away. Oh God .. give me strang to face it. I still need you.. I hope when I am back home... you are there. But Allah know the best.