Yusuff the Warrior

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Fatique.

Palpitation.

What else is new?

Just don't have any words to describe when you are almost or nearly there being the elderly of the house. 

Prolly, you are in the pre elderly dilemma state. 

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Its the end of the year. I do not have any resolution like forever. I just go with the flow. Whatever comes, I will endure and accept. Yup, lies I tell myself everyday. 

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I miss Yusuff everyday. A 4 year old chatty boy. He is the only grandson who calls me 'Halmoni'. We video-call the other day. I was looking at him at the bottom of the phone. He was perplexed to see me with my bare face. Like a few seconds. 

Then he said "Halmoni, open your eyes!!".

I know, Yusuff. Halmoni's eyes memang sepet. Adoi lah.

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Aku sekeh Yusuff ni kang. 

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What Can I Say

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It has been a long year. 2019. Literally a long year. However, I have learnt so much (with frustration, disappointment and so on) that I just wept and let it go. No, I lied. I did not weep. I just felt anxious and later laughed or literally giggled. What can I say! I am a just. 

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The End.

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This time around, the weather is like me. Gloomy and with class! Heh.   .


Aku pun tak paham apa aku tulis ni. Ishhh.

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I'm a Just

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Tak banyak cerita sejak kebelakangan ni. Aku rasa macam tepu. Segalanya tepu. Setiap hari merupakan rutin. Even makanan yang aku makan pun jadi macam rutin. Kalau tak ni, yang ni. Nak try makanan baru pun macam malas. Sceptical bab ni. Sebab tak nak trauma bila makanan tu tak sedap seperti yang aku harapkan. 

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Nope. Am not going to cook.

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