Pretty amazing things are. And im very sure you're bored with me saying that. Dont be. It does take alot to be in this moment. After all the pain, indeed God is fair. This is my time, this is my turn :)
When you're experiencing working life, you tend to appreciate weekends and holidays more. Saturdays and sundays are my two favourite days, duh. And im picky in choosing who to spend it with. If you're lucky, you might just be the one id pull to join me on my awesome ride of life. But just usually, id choose to spend it with my family and close friends.
I have to say im one lucky girl, and i have to thank God fr such great parents and great support from beloved friends. They say, you tend to take things for granted. No, that wont be me. I refuse to be a part of that.
On normal days, coming back home from work will be the best part of my day. Walking in the house, seeing my mother smiling and asking me on my day. Im pretty much the noisiest one in the house, not to mention the more talkative and annoying and animated and bloody annoying etc. Dad treats me like a little girl still. Which sometimes bothers me because i really do want to grow up in his eyes, and prove to him that im independent enough to take on the world. But i guess being the only princess to him, it really is difficult to do so.
me: you see these excessive fats?
dad: its called baby fats.
me: aha. i know. but you see, thats the problem.
dad: what is?
me: im NOT a baby. so i shouldnt be having all this.
dad: but you're MY baby :)
me: *smacks head*
Ive been coming up with a lot of alternatives, plans of me to further my degree overseas. In aussi, new zealand, the uk, and both of my parents ( dad especially ) would always turn it down. They say im too young. They say its too cold ( what a strong point ), they say i cant even make it to the toilet on my own and now im dreaming to have a house on my own. Excuses over excuses, until mum finally confessed to me, that they just need more time to grasp on things.
I guess having children, watching them grow is the part that kills most parents. And having said all that, ive finally dcide to rest on things. And accept that Allah has greater plans for me here.
Mum and i drove to Bo's house last night. I told her i wanted to pass over his overdue birthday present. The poor boy wasnt feeling that great after his accident. But it was nice of mum to accompany me. But really, it was already 11pm and it wouldnt be appropriate to just be out with some guy without my parents knowledge. Even if they did know, id still not feel right about it. - i have a reputation to protect. My daddys name to withstand. And of course, a religion to hold onto. I dont do late unnecessary night outs with people, thank you. :) And no, i wont post on how conservative i am on that department, afraid that at the end of the day ill be eating my own words. Thats just embarassing.
So i gave him his present, gave alittle time for him and mum to talk, then i think mum realized i wasnt comfortable talking to him with mum there.
mum: ok ok, mummy naikkan tingkap. u guys talk.
That was funny.
So after that, we decided to have a drink. Just the three of us. Myself, bo and mum. It went really well, and looks like someone has overcome his fears :P - we pretty much talked about everything. My working life, his studying life, mums working life, and just Life itself. It was real fun. If only daddy could join us, which i know he would if it wasnt for Halqa that night. Im sure he has that small presentation to present to bo with his current favourite hit to tease me with.
ice ice baby, ice ice baby!
Man this is too muchhh. :) Filja, hana, we've got loadsss of catching up to do.
till then, eid mubarak everyone!
yours truly,
- the girl who'll be loving you long time.
When you're experiencing working life, you tend to appreciate weekends and holidays more. Saturdays and sundays are my two favourite days, duh. And im picky in choosing who to spend it with. If you're lucky, you might just be the one id pull to join me on my awesome ride of life. But just usually, id choose to spend it with my family and close friends.
I have to say im one lucky girl, and i have to thank God fr such great parents and great support from beloved friends. They say, you tend to take things for granted. No, that wont be me. I refuse to be a part of that.
On normal days, coming back home from work will be the best part of my day. Walking in the house, seeing my mother smiling and asking me on my day. Im pretty much the noisiest one in the house, not to mention the more talkative and annoying and animated and bloody annoying etc. Dad treats me like a little girl still. Which sometimes bothers me because i really do want to grow up in his eyes, and prove to him that im independent enough to take on the world. But i guess being the only princess to him, it really is difficult to do so.
me: you see these excessive fats?
dad: its called baby fats.
me: aha. i know. but you see, thats the problem.
dad: what is?
me: im NOT a baby. so i shouldnt be having all this.
dad: but you're MY baby :)
me: *smacks head*
Ive been coming up with a lot of alternatives, plans of me to further my degree overseas. In aussi, new zealand, the uk, and both of my parents ( dad especially ) would always turn it down. They say im too young. They say its too cold ( what a strong point ), they say i cant even make it to the toilet on my own and now im dreaming to have a house on my own. Excuses over excuses, until mum finally confessed to me, that they just need more time to grasp on things.
I guess having children, watching them grow is the part that kills most parents. And having said all that, ive finally dcide to rest on things. And accept that Allah has greater plans for me here.
Mum and i drove to Bo's house last night. I told her i wanted to pass over his overdue birthday present. The poor boy wasnt feeling that great after his accident. But it was nice of mum to accompany me. But really, it was already 11pm and it wouldnt be appropriate to just be out with some guy without my parents knowledge. Even if they did know, id still not feel right about it. - i have a reputation to protect. My daddys name to withstand. And of course, a religion to hold onto. I dont do late unnecessary night outs with people, thank you. :) And no, i wont post on how conservative i am on that department, afraid that at the end of the day ill be eating my own words. Thats just embarassing.
So i gave him his present, gave alittle time for him and mum to talk, then i think mum realized i wasnt comfortable talking to him with mum there.
mum: ok ok, mummy naikkan tingkap. u guys talk.
That was funny.
So after that, we decided to have a drink. Just the three of us. Myself, bo and mum. It went really well, and looks like someone has overcome his fears :P - we pretty much talked about everything. My working life, his studying life, mums working life, and just Life itself. It was real fun. If only daddy could join us, which i know he would if it wasnt for Halqa that night. Im sure he has that small presentation to present to bo with his current favourite hit to tease me with.
ice ice baby, ice ice baby!
Man this is too muchhh. :) Filja, hana, we've got loadsss of catching up to do.
till then, eid mubarak everyone!
yours truly,
- the girl who'll be loving you long time.
5 comments:
i like this post, so sincere. and the song kena sangat.
keep blogging jaira :)
xoxoxo!
My princess loves cold drinks with lots of ice!!! =)
hahahahahaha :) hye daddy.
i will filja ! :P
ice ice baby! *dum dumdumdum da da*
=P waahh cam dah boleh kawin ni kehkehkehkhehkehhe
kahwiiin..?
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