It's been awhile since I last went out with a friend to catch a movie, so it was great and I'm sure my sister is going to be pleased seeing her car's gas tank when she comes back.
Anyhow, I cannot wait for the trip to Malacca tomorrow. Everything was sort of impromptu but I have never been the type of person who would plan in the first place. I just go with the flow, and for someone who doesn't like gambling, I sure do gamble a lot. InsyaAllah, everything will go well. I am bringing Sani along and will capture as many photos as possible. There are many things that I odd to share with a friend there, and the one I'm bringing along.
Although I seem to be enjoying myself thus far, a huge part of me cannot wait to start working. It has been a week since I last stepped foot in the office. The agony of when you have a very free schedule, ah, you tell me. But I still dread the fact that on Sunday, I'll be coming in. Sundays make me sad.
Just a few weeks ago, my father brought back the swing my siblings and I used to play with, which was left behind at the old house I grew up in. Now that the house has been officially sold, we had to take the leftovers. The swing is 23 years old, it is my age. I remember hanging on the bars and thought that the height of the swing was really tall. But now, it can barely fit five persons. I can go on and on about the swing because I love writing about how strongly I feel for something, but I feel the need to stop here.In four days, my sidekick is leaving the country. Hmm.
Regards,
Nadirah H. Rodzi
1 comments:
We used to have a swing like this at home too. It was the highlight of my childhood life. But then after much wear and tear, the bars started rusting off and eventually, we had to get rid of it. :(
But when I go to the parks, I will rush for the swings with all the little children. Riding the swings makes me feel like a child again.
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