Seventy Three

I was having lunch in the kitchen when I heard Cik Nah talking about something from the front.

Something about a TV program.

A cartoon.

Ninja.

Ninja purple.

Wait. What?

"Ninja purple," she gingerly repeated while putting the muffins into the oven.

Seventy Two

"So after knowing me so intimately after a year plus now, what do you think my hobby is?" asked moi curiously.

I honestly have no idea what my hobbies are.

"Hmm... Jaja suka tolong orang."

Well, that would do. And I slept soundly with such answer.

Seventy One

Seventy

Nightmares, among others, are reasons I refuse watching, or reading sad ending stories. I think life can be pretty atrocious most times I don't need to spend my supposedly leisure time dwelling in another bad experience.

O Allah. Keep my family safe.

Sixty Nine

I was craving for a bowl of cereal for breakfast at 1ish last night. Hadn't had any cereal for weeks. Husband was out with some friends. Immediately as the thought of cereal crossed my my mind I phoned him asking him to buy some for breakfast. He didn't have to buy the large packs, suffice that he get the small one so I could end my craving.

The next morning (read: now) as I searched through the kitchen, I found a box of Honey Stars, large one, enough for 10. I smiled, so thoughtful of him. Then I looked for the milk. I saw he bought 2 huge boxes of milk, one mocha and one full cream... This was beyond expectation.

Only that why did he have to put them in the freezer?!

Sixty Eight

I was wondering if being blind gives one the much needed peace, so I bathed with both eyes closed.

Kau ibarat bersatu dengan kedamaian bila kau tak semena-mena tersenyum dan alpa tentang kegelapan di sekeliling. Tiada rasa gusar dan tiada sedikit pun rasa takut.

And then I opened my eyes to reach for the facial foam. I suddenly missed the ultimate serenity that once overwhelmed me.

Sixty Seven

It's true you would appreciate the little things that irk you the most when they're gone.

Syafiq's out of town for work. We only got to contact each other at night when he was in hotel room with Wifi. Last night he told me it was his first time missing my nagging. On my defense I don't nag! No no. I only get mad and throw tantrum and that's it! Hehe.

And I am missing him a lot too. Normally at times like this I'd be exhausted and all I need is a brief phone conversation with him.

The best thing to do when you are longing for someone is to pray for him from afar.

Isn't this a wonderful feeling?