Hasnah

From the place when I was growing up, your genetic played essential role of how the people going to treat you. Unfortunately, being a muggle blooded, all you can get was a second class citizen treatment.

It was planted inside the memory of these second class citizen and nothing much can say. The feeling was like when you passed by a group of aborigines dancing around the fire while some of them were beating drums, they will just stop dancing and threw the drums and everything they can grab at you. The only crime that you did was stepping at their beautiful grass and accidentally looking at them. That feeling was not beautiful.

On that time, what I needed was a good escapism. Good escapism will lead to a good ending and everybody will live happily ever after.

And now, I had the same feeling and searching for a good escapism is not easy.

With lot of prayer, wish me luck

Last night, I received a love letter from one my the student at tuition center, where I teach part time. The letter was under my viper, which I tot warning letter from the guard house that I overlooked for the whole week (yeahh.. knowing me… it’s possible I did not notice it) It was sooo funny and made me called the close ones and chat about it for a longer time. We had a good laugh last nite.

The content of the love letter, started with ‘my biodata’ and he told me everything about himself including fav food, one of it was "ice pop". What the he** is ice pop? During my time, it was only ‘ais kerim Malaysia perisa asam boi’. We don’t have ice pop. So, in the biodata again told me about his age (secondary school), fav colors, ambition and IC number. Phew!! everything you need to know about a person.

I took me back, the first time I received a love letter. I was 10 years old. I can’t tell you exactly how’s the feeling inside. It was like someone playing aborigines drum and they were dancing around the fire. The boy was cute, fair skin and brown hair. Then, a year later another love letter from a boy, a school athlete, tall, dark and funny. The last one was during UPSR, the boy who was taller than me. I was 154cm back then and only few boys were taller than me. Never seen them after finished primary school.

Ok, finished about my little puppy love. About the boy last nite. He seems so sincere and started the letter with full arabic words of "Assalamualaikum" and starting the jumble mumble sentences that he wanted to "berkenalan". I really think that he was sincere and brave.

When we grow up, some of us hide our love to somebody that we like sooooo much. We do not show that we care. Why? because we are afraid or we used to have bad experience. We hide our feeling and it leads us nowhere. Sometimes, we we like the person because of what he/she is posessed. He has a big car, big wallet, big company and big belly (oopss!!) There was no sincerity there.

Dont’t worry, I am not going to call him I dont even know which one is the boy …

P/s: I need to post a love letter, but don’tknow who is the receipient yet