In my last post, I posted a picture, but only half of it was shown..and I intend to leave it that way. It’s a nice picture anyway.
I bought a new bedsheet, last Sunday. I always love sleeping in fresh sheets. But I still had sleepless night. Too much to think about, I guess.
For instance, there’s this thing that coming. The family thingy. Once it’s settle, I believe (with some future-advices from a close friend) that there is more to come (that will put me in a very hard situation). I despise thinking about it. This close friend of mine, she has this, (should I call it talent?) this thing lah, that whatever she says, it will sort of come true. Logically, it is more because the advices she had were based on her experiences. But, I do believe her. It is easy to forsee that, anyway. Logically. Well, THAT worries me. I am anxious, well, the better word is excited about this family thingy. It started to become an anxiety when I started to think about what the not-too-distant future hold.
Then, my mind did this roundabout stuff. I call it roundabout because I keep circling that one thought. It is no more a junction. Haha. So many "what if"s. I am afraid that I will not be strong enough to fight for what I really want. What I am most afraid of is if I change my mind and alter it to believe in whatever people say. (Note: People = family). I had history of following through my parents’ order since I was a child (basically, that is what children do, but sometimes, children needs to make their own decision, am I right?). Like that time when I have finished reading the Quran (khatam) for the 2nd time - with this Ustazah that I was really comfortable with. My dad forced to learn it all over again with this Ustaz (who happened to be his friend who just decided to open kelas mengaji). Despite my full schedule of 2 schools during the weekdays and co-curriculum on Saturdays morning - which left me only Saturday afternoons and Sundays to wash my school shoes, iron 4-6 sets of school uniforms, do my homeworks (and those days, teachers gave tonnes of it) and my needs to watch tv - I had to belajar mengaji again. I thought that it was inappropriate (hehe) for me to spend my already packed time to learn something that I have already know. Child’s thought. Anyway, thank God that the Ustaz was doing it hangat tahi ayam style. I didn’t even get to finish 1 surah when we stopped going to his places. But the point is, all the while, my heart was not happy doing it. I did it because I was forced. I never like it when I had to do things that I am forced to. No one likes it. So, when I grew up, I choose which university I would go - without consulting my parents. I chose what program I want to study - without consulting my parents. Hehe. I knew that disapproved look on my dad face when I said I was accepted to UNIMAS, going to do Counseling. He said, what work will await me once I graduated?! I don’t know, but I love the idea of me learning Counseling, maybe I’ll become a counselor. My dad stopped complaining when I graduated with quite above average grades (compared to my previous history). He then, started to look for other things to complain.
And I am going to displeased him once more. I would love to follow their suggestions, but, if I don’t do it now, who knows when I will get to do it. Opportunity is knocking now, I believe I should answer it. It tears me, but I just have to do it. Sorry everyone, this is my life, anyway. Let me make the decision, ok?
Anyway, I have a great parent. No matter how much they disagree with me, I am still well fed. Some things are being taken care of. I admit that I took advantage of them, a bit. Only a tiny, weeny bit. Minute.
I’m going to miss Muq’s birthday this year. Sorry, love. But we’ll see each other on the 10th ya.. I’ll make it up to you.
Mas’s birthday is around the corner. I am yet to send her the wedding gift, and now have to find a birthday gift pulak.. Eed’s birthday is to follow..Then it’ll be Muq’s, Abg Fairus’s and Kak Gee’s. Gosh!