who next? my mother.

salam ya habibi dan habibah. hehehe..

-sory for the grammar and the broken eng. hehe-
*cam rase ade connection lak ngan azua. talking about someone precious. "ibu".

who next?
your MOTHER
who next?
your MOTHER
who next?
your MOTHER
and then, your father...

*lagu yang slalu buat ak bertmbah rase syukur kpd Allah sbb kurniakan ak ibu seperti mama ak.*

the people who we suppose to love to the fullest after Allah s.w.t and his messenger Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. are our mom and dad. but now i wanna to write about her. yes, mother.

some called mom, mummy, ma, mama, mak, ibu, ummie, mother. doesnt matter how i called my mother, she's the best damn mother i've ever had. usually i call her mama [all of us did] but sumhow i wanna be different from my other sibs. so, one day i tried to call her my the name of "ibu". it was kinda akward but sumhow i enjoyed it. donno how about her. like/... ibu.. nak nih. rather than /... mama..nak tuh. it felt different u noe?...

then, i tried to overcome my egoisme [does dis word exist??]. i am not soo good at telling others that i love them or how much they meant to me by saying it [note to self:: boys are totally out of the list. coz i've learned my lessons. heheh.. funny but at the same time i just wanna give him a knuckle sandwish]. i really2 sucks in making confession without using pen/pencil and piece of paper. well, i'm just not brave enough to let others noe who am i behind this "aimi diyana" mask. hheheh..

so, back to the main topic. the thing dat i had done which i thought i'll lose my dignity of saying the "sentence" to her was... "i love u". hehe.. may b u thing dat, "huh~~ dats all?? how stupid..." but do i even bother to care??? huh~~ hurm... it went like dis... i called her. "mama!" i waited for a moment and, "i love u". dats all. and she replied that, she loves me more than i love her but equally with the others sibs. so, it wasnt fatal like i thought it would be. hehehe...

may b b4 i had the courage to tell her dat, i wasnt thinking outside of the box. my brain was locked inside the big box named -stop thinking-. all that i had in mind was, "grown ups as if teenagers dont need to show their feelings. it can be really poyo!". well, i was wrong.. dead wrong. may b i tried to grow up too fast. and may b i was terpengaruh by the tv programmes. huh~~ better stick to the cartoons... hehhe..

hurm... sumtime i think what had i done to have a precious mother like her? i'm not a good kid. not even a nice person. sumhow i dont think i deserve a kind,loving, caring mother like her. all i do,did,done were breaking her fragile heart. at least i thought so. ofcoz, i made her cried. i disrespected her. i said, "ah". i pretended dat i was sleeping when she asked for help and sooo on... but those were only last during my zaman jahiliyah where my hormones x seimbang yet. hopefully. hhehe. now, i tried to be a better daughter for her. may b not a perfect one but enough for her to feel and noe that insya-Allah i'll be there for her now and forever.

mama, she's the best mother in the whole universe!! my mom! our mom... she's a strong woman. she always reminds me to "think the end" or more like "begins with the end in your mind". she's adorable and funny and ofcoz very sempoi. she can be my mother and my bff at the same time. i can tell her EVERYTHING!! but i didnt tell her everything coz somhow i can easily forget sumthing. huhu.. poor me. i'm the luckiest daughter in this world [including my sibs] to have her as our one and only mama. sayang mama!

and i want to make her proud of me just like she was proud of my big sis. and to accomplish that missoin,

i wanna get straight 10 1A in spm!!

owh, Allah Lord mighty and most mercifull.. please listen my prayer. hear me...

so, i'm only gonna finish dat mission dis upcoming thursday. so, tawakal is all i can di rite now. wish me luck. wish us all luck.