the good old days

i saw a familiar face when i was going around salam-ing the people after terawikh - she was my cikgu quran when i was around 9 i think. she looked a lot older and a lot thinner, too.

Atiq : Cik Mah, ingat Atiq dop? *sengih*
Cik Mah : ingatt...tok cey saknih *smiles*

at one point of time back then, i used to take aaaages to get to her house despite it being only a 5minute walk away from my house. why did it take me long, you might ask? because i cycled there. you would think that it would be quicker if i cycled, but no. why...?~ because i didn't really know how to ride my bike. LOL.

i used to fall every few seconds, then i would get up and try again. i think it took me like a week to really get the hang of it...but i still fell from time to time because i was either too small or too tall for the bike...i couldn't quite remember. sometimes when i think about the time when i was teaching myself how to ride the bike, i wish i still have that sort of rough determination within me. i lost it somehow, as i grew up, and i wish there's a Lost and Found counter i can go to and demand that i be given my Determination back. *sigh

as i was heading towards the surau's door, i felt someone tapping my back ever so softly.

Cik Mah : Atiq..
Atiq : hmm..?
Cik Mah : Atiq koho comey... *sengih*
Atiq : hehe *sengih*

she is adorable :D