take me back into your arms

March babies in Melbourne

bonda in Adelaide

father always knows our favourite chocolate. 

adinda knows her kakak's favourite Choc Indulgence. 

sweet wishes from Ara and Bais. 

and I flew just to see Adelaide and bonda. 

one of the most beautiful rewards just by seeing her face. 

"dah, dah Aisya" she smiled. 

"ibu tau Aisya sayang ibu. Ibu pun sayang Aisya. We all love you."

Oh Allah, rindu is such a strong word. 

but I do. 

my Melbourne

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They say "a picture is worth a thousand word".  

I'd say that each has more. 

Jom.

rindu gelagat mereka masa mengajar dalam kelas

Batch ke-4

reminder, reminder.

pre #4

you are coming with me.

leggo!

my fear

When I was a little girl, I've always wanted to be married to a man like my dad.

Firm. Loyal. Family-first man.

That was what I see in him back then.

When I was a teenager, I've always reminded myself not to find a man with certain characters like dad's.

Cold. Distant. Hot-tempered.

*guilty as charged* That was how I see him back then.

You see, becoming a young lady myself now, I see that I am supposed to possess 'lady' characters.

Gentle. Polite. Good with words.

And good gracious, I don't have any of those characters!

I notice that I am becoming more like how father used to be than I wanted to. Rough. Distant and cold. I can hardly accept people's words. I am ... ... distant.

In many ways, it benefits me a lot. It actually makes me feel good. It gives that relief because I have marked my point. That's it. Few minutes after, I realize that people are not smiling anymore. And the more I realize that it's not good for them in any way.

I knew how they feel 15 years ago. I didn't like it then, I don't like it now. And I don't want to be like that. And if I don't want to see it from other people, why am I becoming one?