the precious smile is gone.
that once before helped lit my life.
that made my day shine strong and bright.
that thrown the bats, cockroaches and vampires aside.
and made my burdens seem so light.
oh the smile.
which once resided on my face.
is deeper in my heart than what's on the surface.
the smile that was always there hidden in grace.
is finally lost and shall never be traced.
i want the smile
but never in vain
i want the smile
though it might not be the same
i want the smile
for a different reason
i want the smile
of pureness and sincerity again
without the smile we may be in dismay
but the smile you see, can be harmful in its own way
so here i am wiping the smile i once had away
praying that He'll replace it with a better one someday
p/s: i don't seem to be painting a lot these days. does it have something to do with snapping more photos instead?
so here's the part where i ramble. alright, so what if my attempted poetry sucks. hehe. i know i'm no good at it anyway. oh yeah, i sorta remember my first poem back in Year 2 in Sheffield. here goes..
"tweet tweet
to whoo to whoo
good night to me
good night to you"
i was 6 years old. and the poem was about an owl.
ah. the past weekend i went to Notts. kak ali drove. passed a few places. slept in a sisters house. was such a lovely house. and they were incredible people. through out the journey had a whole bunch of childhood memories flooding through my brain.
after more than a year here, i managed to finally go and shop at Morrisons!!!!! :D
though u might not understand why it is such a big deal, seeming that it's just like any other supermarkets, believe me, it is a HUGE deal. once a week i would go there with mama n bring our grocery trolley bag and do our groceries there. for 5 years. so yeah, that was the deal. hehe, the feeling of reminiscing my childhood days. ....it's just hard to describe. hehe
and in the car, i felt really safe. like my dad was driving. that this was one of the road trips to peak district, or botanical gardens, or manchester, or to the place where they sell the fresh fruit tableware that my mom was so crazy about a long time ago. hehe.
looking at how kak A takes care of her daughters just made me miss my parents more. i remember i would wake up at around 5 o'clock in the morning when my other sisters was sleeping just to watch power rangers. i would tip toe down stairs to the tv room but only be disappointed to find abah in front of the tele reciting the quran. I don't think he knew why i was awake and i would just tip toe back up to bed. sometimes if i was too tired i would just sleep on the sofa in front of my dad or on his lap. that was when i was 5.
now i'm _ _. so shouldn't i be thinking about the future instead?
so here's the part where i ramble. alright, so what if my attempted poetry sucks. hehe. i know i'm no good at it anyway. oh yeah, i sorta remember my first poem back in Year 2 in Sheffield. here goes..
"tweet tweet
to whoo to whoo
good night to me
good night to you"
i was 6 years old. and the poem was about an owl.
ah. the past weekend i went to Notts. kak ali drove. passed a few places. slept in a sisters house. was such a lovely house. and they were incredible people. through out the journey had a whole bunch of childhood memories flooding through my brain.
after more than a year here, i managed to finally go and shop at Morrisons!!!!! :D
though u might not understand why it is such a big deal, seeming that it's just like any other supermarkets, believe me, it is a HUGE deal. once a week i would go there with mama n bring our grocery trolley bag and do our groceries there. for 5 years. so yeah, that was the deal. hehe, the feeling of reminiscing my childhood days. ....it's just hard to describe. hehe
and in the car, i felt really safe. like my dad was driving. that this was one of the road trips to peak district, or botanical gardens, or manchester, or to the place where they sell the fresh fruit tableware that my mom was so crazy about a long time ago. hehe.
looking at how kak A takes care of her daughters just made me miss my parents more. i remember i would wake up at around 5 o'clock in the morning when my other sisters was sleeping just to watch power rangers. i would tip toe down stairs to the tv room but only be disappointed to find abah in front of the tele reciting the quran. I don't think he knew why i was awake and i would just tip toe back up to bed. sometimes if i was too tired i would just sleep on the sofa in front of my dad or on his lap. that was when i was 5.
now i'm _ _. so shouldn't i be thinking about the future instead?
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