Time changes everything, even you and I have changed
The Author
Her name is Aqilah Muhamad Azmi. Born on February 6th 1995 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Currently joining the Faculty of Education and doing her foundation in TESL. Laws, politics and poetry are her major interests. Blunt with her words, carefree and open to learn.
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A B N R M A L
Saturday, 11 August 2012 || 11:05
So yesterday, lepas berbuka suddenly parents aku suruh aku hand in phone aku. Aku was like, why? I mean, I'm doing better in exams. Lol. Why man.
I cried. So I called Amo and asked him to call me back, credits aku tak cukup, nak text kawan aku lagi kan.. so yeah.
I told him about it.
Then he was like,
"takpa lah, your parents are worried. Kita kan nak SPM. Lagi lagi awak anak perempuan bongsu diorang, mesti lah diorang jaga betul betul."
and some like
"dengar je cakap diorang k. Mana tahu ni yang terbaik ke kan?"
and also
"Qila jangan lawan cakap diorang tau. Dengar je k. Ikut je. Tau."
and always
"janganlah nangis. dah la.."
but suddenly
"Qila nak Amo off phone?"
and of course tak. Nanti apa apa hal macam mana?
And lastly, he promised that he will never text anyone except if there's something every important. Jarang top up, and things.
Pandai dia pujuk. Mengada.
In case you're wondering,
Yup, I gave my phone to my parents.
