Mystical miss.

She sells the cheapest student-affordable ice-blended.
She has the sweetest smile among all cafe vendors.
She dresses in pink most of the time.
She always gives me more than what I have paid.
She cried bidding me goodbye.
She is Kak Na.
My once upon a time in USM, Kubang Kerian.

My superman.

Mine, is not the same.

I grow up being babysitted, only to see my dad once in a week. 

I speak cantonese to my mum, my sisters but chinese to my dad.

I remember how strongly he insisted on providing me an education inclusive of chinese.

I remember how he never fails to check my primary homework and gave me praises which made me wanted to hide. 

I remember how he picked me up from kindergarten one day and told me I'll never be alone.

I remember how he made friends with my tutors and my form teachers.

I remember how he proudly attended our academic report day whenever he was able to.
I remember how he told me that he can be poor feeding himself full but not in providing us the best education.

I remember how he sang nursery songs enthusiastically in car to peanut and I until all three of us are able to sing together like a broken tape recorder. 

I remember how his guessing games were so difficult back then but so easy now haha.

I remember how he struggled to give us what called home before moving out from grandma's house.

I remember how he boarded the bus each weekend just to come home.

I remember how he then drove alone using his company's car for 5 long hours for years counting more than my age even before this new highway was established.    

I remember how he eagerly showed me that old family photo he treasured in his working place. 

I remember how he secretively bought my candidly snapped photo from the theme park despite its price that costed a bomb.

I remember how days back then were hard for him but never for us. 

I remember how he drove back from his already 30 minutes drive into the highway just to meet me at home because I cried for missing bidding goodbye.

I don't think I can ever grow up under his arms. 

He's my forever father, and I'm his forever daughter. 

Early Happy 64th Birthday, pa. 

I love you. ('=

This reminds me of that.

I shall remember for a long time this compulsory route with stalls selling books and clothes in Hospital USM which we have to encompass in order to take the lift up the antenatal ward for my lecturer once described it as Chow Kit Road. And my class representative once described my lecturer as our current prime minister too.

One leader plus two members equals to three friends.

For the past 2 years, I knew his existence due to sharing of practical group for Organic Chemistry once but not his personality because this coursemate of mine seldom appears in class. Not until this year, we work, we learn, we make mistakes and grow together. He is like one chubby little adik which you cannot resist the thought of wanting to squeeze his face if only you were his elder kakak. You may find him playful whom he indeed is and the fact that he is a state badminton player scares you because it is too difficult to picture him being serious. But when he does, you start to admire and transform into a nagging mother who wants badly to make him realize, if only he divert such concentration into academic, he will definitely yield success. You always wanted to tell him badly, you are a smart guy, I believe in you, go get it!
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For the past two years, I also lack the chance to know him. The only piece of detail I manage to pick is that he is the first married male coursemate of mine. He looks young and thin and you may be judgmental at first sight on his capability of owning a family. Not until this year, we work, he teaches me, and I am the kid eventually. He may not be talkative but he has the most critical thoughts and bears responsibility. He is one gentleman whom you will respect. You always wanted to wish him to have the best of everything, a happy family and a happy working life because his hard work deserves these.
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These two coursemates of mine are none other than Sadiq and Nabill. The former is our laughter initiator while the latter is our strength pillar. Whenever Sadiq is mentioned, I picture an abundance of laughter preceeding stomach cramps, cups of ice-blended mango, lots of food, a smart person in disguise, a superb badminton player and my forever eating, helpful, happy friend. Whenever Nabill is mentioned, I picture constructive ideas, rational thoughts, neat work, optimistic, good family caretaker, his diet trainer plus current roommate Sadiq, and my ever ready helpful and patient friend.

I shall never forget the moments we are lost and frantically familiarizing ourselves to HUSM, terrified by fierce doctors, learning to understand native Kelantanese language, working through midnights to complete our presentation but failing to suppress our hunger hahahaha, calling each other names, exploring different ice-blended flavour, celebrating birthday together, reminding each other never to give up, shopping together and spend our final year as pharmacy undergraduates together.

Thank you for all the memories. :') and thank you for the pair of lovely pink mugs which one shall never strike in mind that it is carefully picked and neatly wrapped from two of my seemingly clumsy malay male group mates.

Tak kenal maka tak cinta. Friendship forever (: