love songs,
love stories.
let's be frank: i'm indeed affected by all these things.
a little, yes.
but the only thing that has always been lingering in my mind is:
"my children will never be like this"
or
"i'll make sure that my children will know how to..."
even when i was learning at school,
or walking across the corridor.
it's children. the next generation. of mine.
*sigh*
i don't know why did I become so overdoing in thinking,
i seldom think about marriage,
i think about the kids i'll have.
and what i should be preparing for them.
or at least never let them feel what I am feeling right now.
done with the muqaddimah~
it's just a thought that came across my mind just now.
i have very little(number of) things to wear.
and if i do, they are either to big to wear or
nothing off my liking.
none of my pants are actually just the right size for me.
they will always be extra loose (don't care much as long as I can cover my aurat)
but then, i decided to worry
that i've lost my teenage life
by wearing old fashioned things,
as all my clothes are chosen by my mum.
just because i hate shopping.
and those simple tudungs i wore,
is nothing to be compared to those fancy scarves my friends wear.
my tudung: no beads, no pattern, just plain, single-coloured
and my shoes,
are my school shoes and my prep class shoes
as I've ruined my sandal months earlier.
and decided to not to buy a new one.
just because i hate shopping,
especially when it comes to buying shoes for my big feet.
i'm too young to wear all those.
but in fact i have no choice at all.
because at least.
I do cover my aurat.
completely.
nothing tight, nothing transparent, translucent.
but yes, maybe one day i should work and buy great clothes of my own.
or just grow up before my time.
Alhamdulillah.
Assalamualaikum.
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