i’m sitting near in the living room, with my laptop on the coffee table. dad just came in from work. switched on the lights, took his socks off, went to the kitchen and looked if there was any rice left in the rice cooker. “great~something to eat.”
mom had just finished teaching shida “mengaji”. shifa’ is still outside talking away with nurul. izzah is somewhere outside on her bike wandering around with alin. zulaikha, ilham, boboy, aqif had gone home. adilah didn’t come today. guess somebody else had time to take care of her.
i kinda like these kids. going to school, meeting friends, gossiping, mucking around without a care in the world. life wasn’t complicated during school. we thought about the future, yes, but not that much. in school, everyday is a day worth looking forward to. a new lesson to learn, a new friend to know, a new experience to gain.
nabila and alia have breakfast here everyday. and wait a minute, here comes nuqman nak mengaji. he his sister will be coming in late. i dont remember her name though. theres so many people megaji-ing here. op, and heres nuqman sister.syahirah.i asked her.shes gonna mengaji with me.surah at-taghaabun.from begining till the end.2 pages.
shasha just came in too. mom took her. so im free to type some more worthless words.
its great being a kid again. i still remember my friends. theres azwan who lives in front, izuddin kat bawah depan kedai burger pakcik rudi.diyana kat sebelah umah din.then theres shariffuddin just kat bwah bukit.nazim sebelah surau. fatin belakang rumah nazim, shafiza, if u walk further up.farihah kat depan umah ijah.theres akmal anak orang kuat masjid ukm. hidayah selang beberapa rumah azwan. hafiz kalau turun bawah lagi dari umah nazim. adik kat bawah lagi..heheh..he’s hazwanis’ cousin. hazwani kat kampung bahagia. sane ade izzat, zawani, awam, nazirul, syuk.
at kampung bangi, theres izwan, rahimi. and hafzal kat area2 umah cine tuh. heheh. hanif, budak kelantan yg genius maths dok sebelah masjid.hanim belakang umah hanif, depan sungai.
ramai lagi kot, if i think harder~ape ntah jadik ngan diorang. tau azwan ngan nazim je..azwan kat uniten..nazim kat depan umah nih..tapi x penah tegor dah…we’ve parted too far.
this is kinda like a curse. i just remember people. their faces, the memories together.what they’ve done to me. both good and bad. and sometimes i ask, why did God create memory. why cant we just pick the things that we want to remember. it’ll then be easier to move on. i mean, just remember the good things, leave out the ones that we hate to think about. its really hard forgetting. not that i want to forget them. but then again, guess some people have to be forgotten. shit, why does every story has to end with this one.


