After the Rain, A Thousand Tomorrows

Hi Sayang, Hari ini, ibu bagi saya duit. Bunyi biasa kan? Tapi hati saya terus rasa lain. Sebab sejak awak pergi hampir setahun lalu, saya cuba teruskan — tiap bulan saya masih hulur duit pada ibu, sambung apa yang awak selalu buat. Saya tahu itu tanggungjawab awak, tapi saya buat dengan ikhlas, sebab nak rasa awak masih ada dalam rutin itu. Tiba-tiba hari ini, ibu pula yang hulur duit pada saya. Saya senyum… tapi dalam diam, mata saya bergenang. Rasa macam awak kirimkan sesuatu melalui dia. Macam satu isyarat kecil: awak masih ada, masih jaga, masih fikirkan saya. Pocket money kali ini bukan sekadar duit. Ia jadi macam nota kecil daripada awak — “Saya sayang awak, saya tak pernah jauh.” Kadang-kadang kasih sayang itu masih sampai, cuma melalui jalan lain. 💌

 Hi Sayang, You remember how much we both loved cats? Too much, maybe. I still smile when I think about those early days of our marriage—me asking you for a cat, and you coming home with a little one we named Cici. Such a sweet cat, kan? Cici crossed the rainbow two months after you left me. Sixteen years old—like eighty in cat years. A long, full life. When she passed, I was okay. I told myself she was old and tired, and maybe she just wanted to find you. Have you seen her there? I hope she’s curled up by your side again. And then there’s Kenit. She turned eight this year. I can’t forget how she sat by your bed in those final days, as if she knew. After you were gone, she kept going up and down, searching, waiting. Only you spoiled her with wet food all the time. With me? I mix it—kibbles and wet food together. She doesn’t love it, but she eats. Since you left, a few more cats have joined the family. Angah said it’s because I always leave food bowls out. It’s kind of funny—the...

For many students, studying Accounting at UM or other top public universities feels like the ultimate dream. It’s a mark of prestige, a sense of arrival. But sometimes, dreams come with harsh lessons. Even with near-perfect results, rejection can still happen; and it isn’t always about discrimination. More often, it’s about competition, criteria, and preparation. Here’s the reality: seats for Accounting in UM are extremely limited. At the same time, thousands of students scored perfect 4.0. In that kind of competition, even 99.9% isn’t guaranteed. On top of that, subject combinations matter and if you skipped Math, you’re basically trying to walk into Accounting without bringing the calculator. But here’s the good news: not getting into Accounting at a public university does not end your path to becoming an accountant. Let’s be clear: Public universities are not the only path. Prestige is nice, but it won’t make you an accountant on its own. ACCA exists, and it’s gold. Glob...

  My Hug for You If I could hold you right now, I’d wrap my arms around you and never let go. I’d whisper in your ear, “I am ok… I will be ok.” I’d tell you how much I miss you, every heartbeat reminding me of you. But I promise you this ; I will try my best every single day. I will carry our love with me, always. Even in the silence, even in the ache, even in the moments I fall apart  I know you are with me. So here is my hug for you, sent through my heart. Rest, sayang ku, till we meet again.