Assalamualaikum.

Right now, I'm supposedly in the middle of revising and repairing my term paper. But somehow I am led to this place and started writing.

I once had a Pakteh, whom of course I cherish and love and grateful to for what he had done to me, how he had taken care of me, his niece. He was a great uncle. He's comfortable to be around, like my Pak Cha', Mak Njang, Paklang and Paksu, he's a person whom with I can just be me. Makteh once told me a story about Pakteh;

She once asked him, why he chose her when she's not a beauty or a brainy. 

(Well, to me my Makteh is a beautiful and smart woman. She's comfortable to be with, and I can fit in well with her. I like her.)

So he told her,

"beauty is a subjective".

He must have chose her for who she is. For what's inside instead of outside. Being a charismatic, handsome guy who used to be fancied by lots of girls, he does not look for beauty. After married, he was the sweetest and most considerate husband I had ever seen to his wife. I know Pakteh and Makteh are two people who are meant for each other. Even after so many years they always look over each other's back.

Now that he's gone, it's just Makteh alone taking care of her children. I know it's not easy for her. It must've been hard. Must have. I'm crying my eyes out as I'm writing this. Today, I saw Makteh's whatsapp DP. It's of her and Pakteh. I can see true love there. She's so lucky to have found such a great guy. 

"Nobody's perfect, but they make perfect for each other."

I know Allah is writing a beautiful love story for me too. Whether in this world or the next, may we both love for the sake of Allah. 

The PakTeh that had gone to meet his creator, I miss him. She misses him. They miss him. We all miss him. May Allah bless Pakteh's soul. and may Allah bless us all here too. May Allah grant us the chance to meet again in the akhirah. Ameen.

A "no" because I love.

Went out with lil sister last night. She put up cute, pity look and whisper to me;

"Kakak, beli la henfon kat adik satu.. naih kak?"

The only lil sister I had, the most beautiful, cute, smart, adorable (can as well be a little bit annoying at times.but then that's what little sister do), sweet and lovable lil sister ever, to me of course. I love her so much almost as much as I love my mom (sorry sis, mom's place is the highest after Allah & Rasullullah).

I smiled, and said to her;

"Nak ambik duit mana, kakak mana ada duit"

Not because I'm currently unemployed or non-self-employed that money is an issue. That's a whole other topic. Money isn't really an issue, it can be worked out. 

That statement uttered at that time was just a simple escape to a question considered as just-saying question. But really, after we got back home I really seriously thought of buying one for her. Because she's my very much loved lil sister, I want to give her everything she want, I want to make her happy. 

But then if I gave her everything she want, that wont be love anymore. The 11-years-old girl would be immersed in gaming if she got her own tablet/handphone. It already is quite not an easy task (if I have to range, I'll say mild) to not let her playing with mom's and dad's phablets. Surely it'll be tougher if she had her own tablet/phone/phablet.

So what's the big deal if a kid is attached to gadget? So far the lil sis isn't very much attached to gadget, but surely if she is, over time it'll affect her vision, might lead to vision impairment maybe? I don't want to rant about other side effects of gadgets on kids, we can all think or read about it everywhere. Kids should be exposed to their real life environmental surrounding a lot more than digital world. Of course since it is the age of digital, they shouldn't be allowed to not use/learn about it. But it should be under control.

As for my dear lil sis, I'm proud that her exposure to such worlds are well balanced. Unlike me, she's socially good with people as well as well acquainted with the digital world of technologies, TV's, internet etc. She make well use of them. She's good the way she is now.

-Loving someone does not mean you should give them everything they want. Loving someone is caring for what they need, even though you have to say no sometimes, because your rational-older-mind-with-little-bit-more-matured-way-of-thinking should be able to foresee pieces of what's good and what's not-


Assalamualaikum.

it's 2015.

Assalamua'laikum.

So here how it goes. Its been like a million years since I've come to this old "note-cottage". Basically I might even had forgotten about it. Wait, yes I did actually. HAHA. Today, somehow, I feel like visiting this "place", and hence the creation of this post. I read through some of my old posts, and I can't help but to laugh at some of them. Laughing at how immature I am back then. 

How over time, every single things that have shaped me to who I am right now have changed me (well basically I just wanna say how I've changed over the million-years of hiatus. I don't know if hiatus is even the appropriate word to use since blogging is not even a continuous things I'm working on or even am interest in. and I don't even know why I'm taking an argument over this insignificant thing. I might be regretting this when I'm reading this in the future. What a waste of time)

Anyway, the reason for this post is because.....TARAA~!

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krik..krik..krikk..

no reason really.

I just feel like writing something. using alphabet like A, B, C, D, E, F,,...Z. Just that this post somehow came out as logically-spelled words. aha.

OK. stop it me.

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I should come out with better stuffs next time. Something beneficial for the human race at least.

*standing proudly on the peak of the highest imagination for 2 seconds* 

OK seriously I need to stop.