99 days of summer in the rain

2 days ago en.abah cut my hair since the owner of the salon who WAS a hot guy, just got married (now you know why he is not a hot guy anymore.heh) and i feel frustrated with his decision and decided not to go to that salon forever. NO, that's not the main reason. oh well, procrastination is my forte. ok back to the main point, en.abah cut my hair.

while cutting my hairs;

"the last time i cut your hair when you were 10 years old. lepas tu, kakak dah pandai nak potong rambut berfesyen-fesyen so mama took you to this one salon. since then, you didn't ask me to cut your hair anymore."

"really? i don't remember that."

"now, you are what, 19 years old?"

"abah, i'm 21!"

he stopped for a while.

"cepatnya masa. now, you are a lady! you used to be my little girl who loves to read all my literature books on the shelf and asked me the meanings of the some weird words that you found in any books."

"oh well, you taught me what  personafikasi is when i was 10." we laughed.

and we kept talking. he repeated " you used to be my little girl" for a few times.i almost cried but well, you know, i just didn't.

my father and i. we rarely talk to each other. but i resemble my father in so many ways. physically and emotionally. we love to read and interpret poems. we don't talk much to unfamiliar people. one thing that i don't manage to inherit from my father is his talent in drawing. he's so artistic and i am so not!

en.abah dan lukisan beliau. this kid is my nephew.

i guess this post would be my last post in malaysia before heading back to Dublin. 99 days of my summer in malaysia were awesome and i should say that i'm so grateful for so many reasons. family,friends and my wonderwall! 

the most important thing that i learned from my 99 days of summer that love is actually all around.

meanwhile,

all my bags are packed and i'm ready to go....i'm leaving on the jet plane, don't know when i'll be back again...T_T

lapisan paling bawah,baju-bajan, lapisan kedua,buku-bakan, lapisan paling atas makan-makanan.

yang paling penting mr.gobber and my nenek's kerepek ubi pedas. see, i'm just a kampung girl who doesn't like any other jajans except my grandma's kerepek ubi pedas.kalah irish potato chips. heh.

to you.yes you (you know who you are) thanks for always being there whenever i need you and i know there were times when i got confused and i totally ignored you but still, you'r always there. i might not be the best thing ever happened to you but believe me i'm trying to be one. like you said, you can handle my 'weirdness' while others can't and that's more than enough for me. je t'aime.

p.s: just before i finished writing this post, my nenek came into my room and said, "malam ini tidur la dengan nenek.boleh borak-borak.nenek dah tua.mana tahu tak sempat."

and my nenek has Alzheimer but she remembers that i'm going back to Dublin tomorrow. 

should i be happy or what? 

take care!