HoW mY fAtHeR waS RiTe BouD eVriTiNK..

im too sleepy to write ekceli..
but suddenly i feel like writink a post boud my dad n mama..whom im missink dearly since dey went to umrah las saterday..

afta dey'v went for boud almost a week now im startink to realize n rmember tinks dat dey say..nasehat, bebelan, ms kecoh2 kawen haritu..evritink. all of it jez sort of recall itself, makes me wana cry

i hv dis blindink n stubborn mindset dat if i tink sumtink is rite..den it is rite..no matter wat anyone say..

wen my daddy says dat evrytink wil change afta i get married, i jez turn a deaf ear n protested silently..but i ges now as i went thru evritink myself, slowly im stratink to realize da truth in his words. not bad things, no..jez advices..small warninks in advance..stuffz like dat..

lil lil stuffz dat makes ur remember him..
like how he warned dat leakin toilets cn cost bundle on da bil..
or how he said dat da sofa is a bit too far frm da tv
or how he urge to quickly pin da home theathre wire to da wall b4 sumbody trips

wel, i tripped on da wires yestrday
n i thot of him
n it made my cry