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(note: i found this in my drafts. pretty sure it’s been a while since i started writing this but i felt like posting something)
assalaumualaikum.
i don't really know how to go about starting this post, but i had a strong urge to write something so here i am. this is one of rare times that i get to have the laptop all to myself what with zaim being constantly on it 24/7. i can't blame him. it's not like he has anything better to do (and i mean that in the nicest way possible. he really doesn’t have much to do at home.) i logged on to blogger not really expecting to write anything. i kinda just like being on here because i'm a bit of a narcisssist who thinks they are way more of an interesting person than they actually are. which is weird because sometimes i get bouts of i'm-so-boring-this-is-why-i-have-so-little-friends-i'm-gonna-end-up-alone. it's confusing to me, too.
anyway, the reason why i was suddenly tergerak to write this is because i was scrolling through my reading list—not that there's much to scroll through—and came across mama's blog. i had a look-see at the posts, particularly the ones tagged #kids (again, why am i so self-obsessed?) and i was kinda just..... amazed at this small throwback of my childhood. it was pretty strange to read about events that i was present for or even the ones centred around me, through someone else's eyes.
i'm grateful that she took the time to write about seemingly all of the significant events throughout our childhood because it allowed me look back on all the wonderful memories that i definitely took for granted at the time. sometimes it feels like i had a boring childhood what with my parents being busy with work back then. it seemed like i spent most of my free time at home with kakna and zaim. i know now that mama actually encouraged me to do many things, one of them being my stint in the theatre doing lat. we also spent more time than i remembered as a family like that time we went to KL and stayed a night at a hotel for no specific reason. this is going nowhere but basically i had a good childhood.
assalaumualaikum.
i don't really know how to go about starting this post, but i had a strong urge to write something so here i am. this is one of rare times that i get to have the laptop all to myself what with zaim being constantly on it 24/7. i can't blame him. it's not like he has anything better to do (and i mean that in the nicest way possible. he really doesn’t have much to do at home.) i logged on to blogger not really expecting to write anything. i kinda just like being on here because i'm a bit of a narcisssist who thinks they are way more of an interesting person than they actually are. which is weird because sometimes i get bouts of i'm-so-boring-this-is-why-i-have-so-little-friends-i'm-gonna-end-up-alone. it's confusing to me, too.
anyway, the reason why i was suddenly tergerak to write this is because i was scrolling through my reading list—not that there's much to scroll through—and came across mama's blog. i had a look-see at the posts, particularly the ones tagged #kids (again, why am i so self-obsessed?) and i was kinda just..... amazed at this small throwback of my childhood. it was pretty strange to read about events that i was present for or even the ones centred around me, through someone else's eyes.
i'm grateful that she took the time to write about seemingly all of the significant events throughout our childhood because it allowed me look back on all the wonderful memories that i definitely took for granted at the time. sometimes it feels like i had a boring childhood what with my parents being busy with work back then. it seemed like i spent most of my free time at home with kakna and zaim. i know now that mama actually encouraged me to do many things, one of them being my stint in the theatre doing lat. we also spent more time than i remembered as a family like that time we went to KL and stayed a night at a hotel for no specific reason. this is going nowhere but basically i had a good childhood.
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