tadi masa dekat sekolah, saya cerita dekat kwn saya mcm mana nk jadi puteh... saya pun ckp " awak... mcm mana nk jadi puteh?? " dia ckp tak tahu. kitaorg mmg gelap. yelah sunburn sbb sukan hari tu. lepastu saya ckp lah saya tahu.. saya ckp " mula2 awak tanam pokok cili.... " dia terus potong saya dan ckp " lepastu tanam, lepastu bila dh tumbuh, jual.. dah jual beli Qu Puteh Qu puteh dgn Pamoga. tak ke %%%%%%% mcm tu.? saya terus ketawa mcm ni; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
30th. November 2024. Hi it's me again after so long, quite feeling sandwiched in wanting to write this entry in Malay, for the other day was like a message from God that my mom quoted a piece of Malay poem to me on the day of my convocation and I was so drown into finding its meaning and yep the meaning did find and found me. It somehow slapped me right on my face bdjsjsjd but oh well I still want to write here in English just so anyone can read in case I wouldn't be able to read and even remember the bittersweet memoir of my life. :) The poem sounds like this; Rumah kecil tiangnya seribu, rumah besar tiangnya satu. When you do your searchings you might find out various of interpretations but for me, the line somehow tells that when I was little I have my mom as my pillar, and she alone can be my thousand pillars. But now when I'm getting older and wiser, occupied with hell tons of responsibilities, I'm gonna go thru everything alone. And me alone is as weak as one pi...
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