i remember her...

recently i had a short trip to penang.

my first, i repeat very the first time i had to give a presentation..errrrkkkk..

my offmate, unny had to present actually but he had something else in Sabah, so i alternate to replace him...

to cut the story short, im still thinking, entah ape ape la i merapu during that presentation.. hehe..but i manage to finish a novel by sophie kinseller, within 3 days..waaa

the last time i came to penang was about 10years ago, UUM had some 'putus bekalan air' situation, and instead of running straight home, a few frends and i decided to be in penang for a few days...then only head home...aaaa...those were the days..

anyways, on my way to the hotel, i passed thru this govt residential house, my uncle rahman use to stay, during those years he was in govt service..and of course masa arwah achick (my abah's youngest sister) was around.

gosh, the minute i saw the house, immidiately one memory led to another:

i remember that school holiday, that year fyan me and arwah achick went on a train, from KL to Penang, really long-fun holiday!, yeye (arwah achick's son) was going to have his 'sunat' moment.

i remembered there was a mcD nearby and running around the house that has a big garden

i remembered how certain place of the house felt haunted, and none of us dared to sleep alone

i remembered 'masak-masak' session i had with nirah my cousin, while the boys played badminton

i remembered arwah achick..

i remembered her so well..hw everytime i met her, she will sneakily ask hws my bf (or when will i introduce him to her)..how she always worries about nirah( her youngest/only daughter) in finding a bf.

i missed her so much that an instant, i could not stop that tear from running down.

if only she got to know rafek

if only she could be at my wedding, or during that time i had my misscarriage, im sure she will come visit

and of course the arrival of our ashraff...

i wrote this poem below, on the year she left us forever.

http://curry_n_crap.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html

i cant believe its been 3 years already.

alfatihah.