Dear little niece,
You are now a few months shy from turning a year old. You can't read yet (rest assured, I will be expecting for you to be able to in a few years time), neither will you ever be aware of the existence of this entry.
Nevertheless, this is for you. Perhaps for my future children as well, should I be blessed to have any. (God, I swear I'll do my best to be a good mother, and I'll make sure they'll have a good father)
Ayra,
When you learn to talk, you will start to ask questions. "Why is the sky blue?" is a pretty generic question for a kid to ask. Though it is never wrong to ask such questions (if you're honest in knowing the answer), know that I will always appreciate a curious mind (we share the same gene pool, after all) so do not ever be afraid to ask something out of the norm. The more peculiar, the better. Don't be discouraged if your questions are met with blank stares by your teachers at school, because I'm here, and 'here' is where I will always be for you.
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| She 'has' my nose! |
By now you would have known my Achilles' heel that is I am weak at a child's request. So I wish so hard that you wouldn't turn out to be a brat, because if you do, I'd have myself to blame. FYI, you're doing wonderful so far! You hardly cry and your smile.. Oh, your smile. It's more than a good enough reason for your father to sing to you that Bruno Mars song every time he could.
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| Father - daughter |
Notice the man I'm always with? He sings to me the same song as well. And would literally stop moving, no matter where we are when I smile - he did just that at KLCC's center court in front of everyone!
... Ayra, beware of such men!
(Heh heh.)
My darling niece,
When you start going to school, you'd realise that there are a lot of other kids with sleakier hair or pretty curly bouncy Goldilocks hair (that ho!), sharp sculpted nose or cuter button-shaped nose, lips as red as ruby, skin as fair as Snow White - these are what general society wants you to believe is actual beauty. Believe me when I say you are beautiful, I am not lying. By now you should also know that this aunt of yours do not condone false flatteries.
The only way for someone to truly be ugly is when their insides are.
After all,
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely. (Roald Dahl)
Try as I might to assure you, my dear, one day you may wish for yourself to look different, as did I when I was younger.
I thought my lips were too thick as opposed to the thin-lipped beauties that were famous during that time. Thought my eyes were too small. Wished for a smaller nose, bigger boobs (can I say this?), but really it's just a matter of time before you will eventually grow into yourself. B-cup or C-cup, I am now constantly harassed by numerous admirers praising my unbelievable beaut- OK OK I'M KIDDING!
(note: Ayra Schmayra, know when to appropriately loosen things up a little)
(was that appropriate?)
Sure, I have my Unpretty-Days and I could most definitely do with some exercise (beware of food in JB, Ayra!) but I'm okay. You will be too - only if you weren't in the first place.
You may not be beautiful to everyone, but to those that appreciate you for who you truly are, are really the ones worth noting.
Also,
When you grow older, I will help you with make up (prepare to look like Krusty).
When you grow older, I will help you with make up (prepare to look like Krusty).
Ayra dearest,
When you start going to school, you'd start making friends. Choose your friends wisely. Keep the ones who knows how much you mean to them and are willing to do the same things you are willing to do for them.
Though things are not going to be fine and dandy forever, don't be bitter. Be grateful for that amount of time when it was.
Ayra Nabilah,
As you grow even older, you'd start to notice boys. Now please excuse me, I need to flex my fingers.
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Ayra sayang, that boy you think you 'love' in school may or may not be the man you'll eventually marry, so please, honey-
Don't flood your social network's profile pictures with his, because it's your account. This also means no joined account too.
Please don't intentionally wear the same shade (or worse, the same fabric) of baju kurung / baju melayu for Raya celebration.
DO NOT salam his hand and kiss it everytime you part, save that special practice for your future husband.
Be wary when answering a man's proposal for marriage. In other words, don't answer.
Lastly, don't let your mouth say what your heart does not feel. And when your heart does feel it, please don't leave brain out of it.
Love can be many wonderful things but it will hurt, one way or another.
If you've tried your best, don't be heartbroken if it doesn't work out. Just.. Love anyway. Because one day you will meet someone who will make you see why it never happened with anyone else.
Wallahi ya Ayra, Chik Cha promise you, it will all be worth it. I believe that if you put your trust in God, you put your trust in His plans as well.
If you do defy everything I've specifically told you not to, know that I'd still be here for you when things go wrong. But of course - nag first, hug later, and must listen forever.
Ok? DEAL.
Ok? DEAL.
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| Sleeping with Paknek |
My precious gem, the apple of my eye,
I could wish for so many things, but what I wish most is for you to stay true to yourself. Learn from your mistakes. Stand by your principles. Be modest, be humble, be fair. Be very kind. Be courteous. Know that age does not guarantee wisdom. Respect is to be earned. Honesty is always the best policy. A gentleman will always win over any handsome man. Left lane moves faster than right lane during peak hours. Do not jump queues. Everybody lies, do not be disheartened. If a guy rejects you, walk away. If a friend refuses to be your friend anymore, let it go. Ego is not necessarily a bad thing. Just because it's mainstream, doesn't mean it's lousy. Pout is okay but not in every picture. There are wants and there are needs. Brain >>>> beauty. And for the love of that plush toy you sleep with every night, read.
Love only until eternity,
Chik Cha
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