Posts with the label memory
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Wednesday, 13 January 2016
I Dreamt of My Father
Last night was the first time from the whole six months of my father's passed away, I ever dreamt of him. Constantly I cried hard the time I awakened from my dream. I could clearly remember his voice in my dream is the same I used to hear when he was alive. Bapak..😢
The dream was not more than 5 minutes in length I hope it was in hours seriously my God.
In my dream, there was a tree on the ground of our home's right side (there is no one in reality). Bapak was having a nap on its branch and in my dream, I realised my father had passed away. I had no any single piece of fear in my heart seeing my late father is napping before me.
Sad in my heart but another happy feeling approached my soul, in that dream. I asked him why took a nap on the tree? Why not take one inside? He answered. He answered my questions. I could clearly hear in my dream my father spoke with his real voice when he was alive.
Suara Bapake 😢😢
He replied "hati-hati di Medan (take care in Medan)" and then he's gone ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
I jumped and asked Nande and sissy exaggeratedly happy if they hear my father's voice right? You listen too, right?
Then I was awakened.. And couldn't control my tears.. my breath.. my mind.. I am still waiting the answer to come. Why my father leaved us that fast..
Wednesday, 23 December 2015
One.. Two.. Thr.. Smile!
Kak Hera seriously stated she would frame our keepsake photos with the glass display. Jokingly but lovely warm-hearted sentences she said. "Several years later when I see this photo..Ahh.. This is Muslim, he has been a lecturer. My single friends have been married and having many children". It's that freaking short one and half years of friendship but it really is a bless to acquaint with those 22 amazing people.
We learn together. Together we learn. It's not all about the subjects and materials from lectuers as the only matters. We learn about life from each other. Learn how to be wise so you can escape from your narrow-minded head to only be close with certain friends only. And refuse to be close to people you think will break your comfort zone. Learn how to be patient because you start to understand it is not your right to hope everyone will satisfy you. You ought to do so to others. No matter it will be a bad feedback in return.
We are young adults but being kid in heart. After quarelling to think your friends simply wash their hands of responsibility to finish group tasks, we laugh. Getting zero in your formatives, we laugh. Everywhere we go, we laugh. Seriously we always babble. Everyone talks at the same time and no one wish to be the listener.
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Took the photoshoot in Mari Photo at H. M. Joni area. It was almost been postponed because PakBer announced our bad improvement in Qualitative Research and give one extra meeting. Not as a remedy. Just an extended chance for everyone wishing to fix their scores, as he stated.
Funny thing happened. When we were ready for the photoshoot, suddenly I remembered where was Kak Helfi? Kak Helfi? Where was she?? Call her, call her.. Oh she is on the way. No, the studio would close in 20 minutes ahead. Call her.. *puppy eyes to the photographer*
Monday, 23 September 2013
What I Found Today
My 9th birthday gown
I ever been a little doctor but sadly I couldn't find where my little doctor uniform was
Granny's blouse
So we can see people nowadays are using 60's or 70's style back
Mommy's Wedding Kebaya
A kebaya is a traditional blouse-dress combination that originates from Indonesia and is worn by women in Indonesia,Malaysia, Brunei, Burma, Singapore, southern Thailand, Cambodia and the southern part of the Philippines. It is sometimes made from sheer material such as silk, thin cotton or semi-transparent nylon or polyester, adorned with brocade or floral pattern embroidery. A kebaya is usually worn with a sarong or batik kain panjang, or other traditional woven garment such as ikat, songket with a colorful motif.--Source.
Mommy's hand-made handbag
Our ashoka flowers are crazily blooming
Back when I was a little girl, I used to pick this flower to suck the nectar. It's so sweet. But today I try to do the same thing again, I feel nothing. It's maybe because the bigger we grow up to be, the higher tolerance we have for sweetness
I ever been a little doctor but sadly I couldn't find where my little doctor uniform was
Granny's blouse
So we can see people nowadays are using 60's or 70's style back
Mommy's Wedding Kebaya
A kebaya is a traditional blouse-dress combination that originates from Indonesia and is worn by women in Indonesia,Malaysia, Brunei, Burma, Singapore, southern Thailand, Cambodia and the southern part of the Philippines. It is sometimes made from sheer material such as silk, thin cotton or semi-transparent nylon or polyester, adorned with brocade or floral pattern embroidery. A kebaya is usually worn with a sarong or batik kain panjang, or other traditional woven garment such as ikat, songket with a colorful motif.--Source.
Mommy's hand-made handbag
Our ashoka flowers are crazily blooming
Back when I was a little girl, I used to pick this flower to suck the nectar. It's so sweet. But today I try to do the same thing again, I feel nothing. It's maybe because the bigger we grow up to be, the higher tolerance we have for sweetness
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