who wanna be a mom?
thousand me will shouting loudly..haha,selok
i am the one who wanna be a great mom kot!
im eager to have a child o has a lot of children..i wanna love them, wear them lampin,kiss them,read fairy story b4 sleep, hearing they shout ‘mummy,ibu,mamao ummi’ ahh..how much i want it!
dear zygote,dear embryo,dear foetus and lastly, the speacial ones, dear baby..mummy love u..mummy will wait 4 u to appeared infront of us! waiting n waiting…jus take care of urself, be a good baby„(ces,..kawen pon dok lgi da brangan tu ini..hihi)
As a little girl, I used to dream of what my future would be like. Dreams were wondrous, a gift to the mind, the world of a child. As a teenager, I would drown in my dreams, not wanting to swim to its surface of bitter reality. Dreams were a drug, a pain killer which led to an addiction of a constant daydreamer. Now as a young adult, dreams are what drive me. I dream of being a better Muslimah, I dream of being an architect, I dream of being an accountant, I dream of marrying wif prince and getting a lot of children(10 maybe..hehe). I dream of a better world, I dream of dreams that all dreamers dream. But the best part is that I’m not just dreaming; I wake up realizing I’m climbing my way up there.
a pause from a day to rest.
when nightmares still had restraints
tight chains that never squeaked.
yet time went on and sleep became
an escape for a new day to come faster.
but sleep became the enemy when villians
and creatures from my conscious state envaded
my place of peace.
ill fight you . i'll fight you, my enemy i
meet in the night, i can never see you
coming , but at least i know
you will bring the day.