Baba

Baba,
young and strong.
but thats him, years ago..

I still remember, there was this one month in November.
for almost 2 weeks I didnt call my father.
Not that I didnt contact him, I did but only through whatsapp.

So one day, I gave this man a call- to ask something.

and it was weird.
my father, he sounds different.
not like the voice that I used to listen to..
so abruptly, I asked him..
"why you sounds so ..old?"

and his reply, it stunned me much..
he said, he has always getting older, it just that, his children didnt realized about it.

and I stopped..
I changed the topic...

My father,
he is always the hero in my story.
Always young and strong.

Not a single day in my life have I see his day going empty.
there is always something.
When he stands,
he acts..
and even when he close his eyes his mind still works.
A thinker.
A solver.
a father.

it is always a better day with him around us.


but,
even the truth is bitter,
it is for us to swallow it..

My father,
he is getting older, day by day..
with a lot of things going by.
few that we knew,
and a lot more that he kept to himself.
and I guess, that is the curse of becoming a man.
to keep everything on his shoulder.
to deal with it and not letting us worry.


My father,
he is old now.
but still strong.
even stronger than before.


and let me tell you this again,
it is always a better day with my dear Baba.
:)

ada rasa rindu sikit

aku rindu nak menulis.
dalam ni..

sebab kekadang kata-kata terkunci..
manusia pun tak faham,
bila menulis,
hati sendiri rasa puas.

biar orang tak faham pun..
aku selesa begini :)


betul

upm II

  The journey continues.. next week is already reaching study week which also means 2 weeks more for the final. It frightened me. Enough that I think this would screw me much. But I hope not. First semester it is. Should be easy..but with the mid term's results.. man.. it was hard. Wish it will not be that challenging for the final..
 
  It still the same. I dont want to feel to attach with someone or something because i still think of moving out. Well.. maybe thats the reason why I rarely socialize with friends that ive meet here. They are awesome. It just me that is so completely complicated. .
 
  My college and of course my room. Bith of it are amazing. Strategic. Everything that I need is just a few steps away.. but thing is.. the cats also love it. They would poo and piss infront of my room.. and sometimes the cleaner cant see it. So im the one who would clean it. But most of the times.. I just let it like that. Huhuhu...

  Ill update this more some other times. Got to go. Byebye.

Upm.

My life. Here in upm. .. 

So basically. Its normal. Im still in the mode of adjusting. You know its hard to live the life when we keep on thinking something that we had go through. Unisza. I miss the place. Or maybe I just miss the people there. The first month here in UPM was hard. The second month I start to join club which then I found family here. People that understand me. We could go along although most of us actually in different courses and differ by age too. Thanks god I met them. But then. I still miss my familyback there in unisza. Whatever happens or whoever I meet during this journey.. no one could take their place.