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Thursday, January 08, 2009
apple of my eye



it was his first day in skool
he was very eager for it
i bought him spiderman shoes with ben 10 pencils and notebooks and a ben 10 bag
i tagged along his parents on the first day he was fine till he came home and said he doesnt like skool
we noe it is a normal thing but we could not put a finger to it
on the 3rd day i sent him to skool he cried before entering class
i teared
when i picked him up he said again "syahir don wan go skool" "nana dont go okae?"
i still think it is weird for him not wan to go to skool after the ferst day
maybe somethin he did at skool
i dunoe
i jus cant put a finger to it
today again i send and he cried hysterically pulling me down to sit
draggin me back
i pushed him into class with the help of his teacher
bang my head towards the gate and i cried on the way cycling home
i told the mum to ask she said okae amidst her busyness and her makeup to go out
i assume she forget
i dun see why i worry more than his own parents
mb bcos i love him so much and i went tru my hardships with him as the problem all d time
no matter hw he pulls me to stay instead of going out i still go his way
i lteach him lesson of nursery song
counting down
alphabets and cycling
wrestling and scolding him for his mistake but reward for his voluntary
i dun udnerstand why
im not the one whos carrying him in my womb but why am i feeling the pain

ya allah, please let him have fun in skool dun make him cry cz when he cries im hurt cz its hurting him
watever it is, let him enjoy and have an easier route
please..
amin

insyallah


i love you no matter what okae
ull always be my 1st nephew
and how iya always pulls me away from yu
i prioritise yu
and how i scold yua nd make yu cry
i prioritise yu
:)


p.s: iw anted to blog bout my ny09 and the revied of sparkey but hells...im deeply demoralised eerytime mornin comes


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