I forgot, there is a man called father.

I was searching any videos that might hooked me on youtube. And, I remember a song I heard while I was driving to tuition the other nite, the Dj mentioned bout Fynn Jamal but I missed the title. Type- Fynn Jamal and loads of her songs listed there. I pass thru all the title that might suitable for the rhythm inside my head. And I guess it will be Biar Jiwa. I was right. It is. Actually, I rarely get interested to the whole song for most songs, there is a part that i like most and the other part was like too slow or might be too loud for me. Same goes to Biar Jiwa. Towards the end, lirik dan arrangementnya kelam kabut!

However, I didn't choose Biar jiwa. I click Biar, instead. 

Biar is different, I listened few lines, I cried. It's about ayah. After listening to Biar I realized I didn't do justice to my dad. I disregard him. Sometimes, I feel like his sacrifices is not dominant to my life compared to mom's. I thought he is a man. A man should be able and tough enough to handle everything in his life, alone. Despite, the ability. I forgot. He is my father.

Of course, he has some hope that we will love him like we love mom. Appreciate him like appreciate mom. Tonight, I promised myself to give more to my dad. I love him. For whatever reasons. Hes my dad, and I love him so much. Time please move slow. There are still so much more I wanna give to ayah and mak. So much..Please let me...

 

Cuaknye

Yup.

Cuak gile bile pintu bilik kat kolej kene ketuk pepagi buta td. Paling cuak bile suara de suara lelaki. Pastu de bagi salam. Tp tak dgr pon ayat salam de..hanye berlagu mcm slalu kita bg salam. Berderau darah, trus terduduk aku dlm mamai2 nk smbung tdo aft subuh tu.

Lagi yg menakutkan ialah org tu punya tapak kaki mase dtg n masa pergi tak berbunyi. Lansung. Klo de org mungkin de tak pakai selipar. Kalo de bende lain mungkin die...hmmmm terbang?hhihi..tadelah. Aku yakin die adalah org.

Macam2 bende pkir. Pikir kehormatan diri, pikir barang2 lain. Laptop dengan penuh designnya tak transfer kat HD.sape suruh!. Hp..dengan kunci kereta. Mmg tak tdo balik la lepas tu. Tros segar sebab risau. Dan ade bende happen yang tak mungkin aku lupekan.Harharhar.


Teros bangun dr katil dan kemas2 sume barang. Packing packing packing lalalalala packing lagi. Duh penat. Kereta full dengan barang. Tp mase packing tu tetibe teringat insiden kat N9 dulu ngan member2 GS. Masa tu kitorg dok kat satu asrama lama utk celebrate party kelas. Sebab bungalow yg suppose kitrg sewa, admin de kata tade org cnfirmkan date utk stay. So tade la tempat nk duduk kat situ, kitrg cr tempat len. And dapat la asrama tu. Tgh tdo syok2..sudden my friend kejutkan ala2 takut2 gitu. Reason, sbb de nmpk org mop lantai kat luar dr tingkap. Masalahnya tade laluan lain sbb kitrg bilik last so koridor tu habis kat bilik kitrg. Org mop tu pulak boleh lalu dr situ. Mane tak cuak! N bile kitrg usha. Tade pon bayang2 kaki kat bwh pintu bile de jalan melepasi pintu.And wat pe de mop pepagi buta??!! SCARRRYYYYYY...

And kitrg call kawan dlm bilik lain, and dieorg panggil cikgu. Cikgu tu datangkat bilik kitrg. Ketuk kat tingkap yg sama kitrg nmpk org mop tu. Apelagi, jerit ah. Perempuan kan. What do you expect. Ahahaha. Lawak plak. Dahtu cikgu tu tros ketuk tingkap tu, tros terbukak. Ya Allah, tingkap tu tak kunci pon....cuak2..Pastu cikgu pon suruh amek wudhu, bace ayat kursi n sambung tdo. Nah, esok pagi mandi skali due org..tiga org sekali mandi punye kes pon ade. Ahahaaha. Ala kan da rindu dulu2. Hmmm..tu je pengalaman saya.

Kesimpulan, saya cuak. Dan da tak duduk KTC lagi. Saya duduk rumah je lepas ni. OK.

Salam ramadhan

4th day of the sacred month. InsyaAllah, we gonna thru the whole month with lots of barakah. Salam ramadhan to all muslims..

Inilah akibat besar kepala. Kan dah!