Numbers are just the property possessed by a sum or indefinite quantity of units. Nothing more.

I don't like everything about maths ; 

the numbers and all the ridiculous countings.

Bullshits semua tu. Bikin pening kepala je.

Tapi aku lagi tak suka kau. 

Sebab kau buat aku want to do all the countings. 

Aku sekarang dah involved with numbers. Voluntarily.

Sebab kau. Demmit. Aku dah start mengira semula.

I actually just checked the calendar on my phone.

Counting the days, dengan penuh naif nya. 

Siot. This is so not cool.

( 5 more days to go.

  5 more days to kill.

  5 more days untuk pikirkan kau.

  5 more days untuk angau sorang.

  5 more days untuk layan lagu jiwang.

  5 more days, baby )

 

Tapi takpa. Lepas tu, sumpah aku refuse untuk mengira for the next seven weeks.

Calendar dlm phone ni pun aku pandang sebelah mata je. Tengok lah!

A slap on the face.

4:45 am. 29012011. Kuantan.

Every inch of this place reminds me of him.

Slapped in the face by series of flashbacks. 

Tiba-tiba got overwhelmed by these feelings yang I can't quite put into words. 

Apa entah perasaan ni. Sial lah. Dasar si cengeng tak kuat semangat! 

Aku pikir aku dah ok but oh boy, was I wrong!

Felt a sudden relief as the bus slowly approaches the Terminal.

Tak sangka 1 bangunan buruk yang bersepah dengan manusia-manusia 

nokturnal boleh buat aku rasa lega.

Kesian ibu kena fetch aku at this hour.

I hope she knows that her kids love her; I love her.

In the car silence fills the morning air. 

The both of us; we choose not to talk, I guess.

Stares blankly at the empty roads.

Sounds coming from the radio seems to fade away. 

Pikiran melayang entah ke mana.

And then, we passed by it ; kubur arwah Atuk.

Oh shucks. 

Masa tu, I missed him with an intensity that felt like physical pain.

Benda ni kau takkan paham kalau kau tak pernah rasa. Rindu. Sangat.

Langkah kaki pertama masa nak masuk rumah tu paling pedih.

The scent of home doesn't really help either. Shucks.

Everything about this place reminds me of him.

Unopened letters with his name on it. His photos on the wall. His wheelchair.

Our living room ; yang mana satu ketika nya pernah diletakkan katil Atuk kat luar ni.

Our bathroom ; yang mana aku dgn Nenek pernah papah Atuk sebab nak mandikan dia.

Ya Allah, he really is gone now, isn't he?

#$%^&

Tengah main tennis, ingat kau.
Tengah gosok gigi, ingat kau.
Tengah jawab exam, ingat kau.
Tengah diri sebelah kau pun, ingat kau.
Eeeeee boleh tak jangan comel sangat?
Umur kita jauh beza tau tak!

God's fingers touched him, and he slept.

16012011
0402

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيم
الْحَمْدُ للّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِين
الرَّحمـنِ الرَّحِيم
مَـالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّين
يَّاك نَعْبُدُ وإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِين
اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِمْ غَيرِ المَغضُوبِ عَلَيهِمْ وَلاَ الضَّالِّين
آمين.

You are in our thoughts and prayers,
and I will always, always miss you
as I will always, always love you.
Always --
I promise, Atuk.