tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47398309265192311242012-02-16T18:31:26.453-08:00Mek Asiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391284064333619280noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739830926519231124.post-18344156800655261472008-12-08T05:39:00.000-08:002008-12-08T05:55:42.225-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Today has been a good day, all my four children are home. To add to my happiness, my baby brother (Muhammad Hazmi) decided to spend his Hari Raya Haji with us. We had sate for breakfast (Kelantanese tradition). Simple and yet delicious lunch and western dish for dinner. Now a moment of peace and reflection. Here goes...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Last night was gorgeous. It was raining heavily and it brought back the memory of my childhood. I really love the sound of rain and this sentiment I share with my husband. We grew up in a small kampung in Kelantan and when the monsoon rain came, we the children love to play and later on to feel warm and snug inside our house while the rain keep drumming on the zink rooftop.<br /><br />My husband and me agreed the sound of raindrops is one of the greatest, happiest sound on earth. It lulled you to sleep. Those childhood time is zillion years away now. Funny, the child that I was is still inside of me.<br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739830926519231124-1834415680065526147?l=mekasiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mek Asiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391284064333619280noreply@blogger.com0