Saya seekor ulat buku

I used to be a bookworm. I remember being one ever since I was a kid. Every year, the most cherished presents from my parents - be it for my birthday or for doing well in exam - were books. So being a bookworm, whenever the opportunity arise, I'd surely borong a carton of books to last me for at least a month or until I get the chance to buy more. My mum used to get furious with me because of my reading habit. At one time, I totally refused to do anything else but read. It was like an addiction. During those days, the first thing I did upon opening up my eyes in the morning was to reach for a book, and I'd continue to stay locked up in my room until everybody else went to bed again that night. I would then stay up until the wee hours cuddled in bed to finish that one book before I continue with another.

I still remember, the first birthday present ever that I got from hubby - back when he was still my boyfriend - was a book too. It was The Lord of The Ring Trilogy which for quite sometime became my very own "MY PRECIOUS" - something that I couldn't live without, until somebody borrowed and misplaced it. I grieved over the loss, I kept thinking of it for many many years after wards, seriously. I was like that with all my books, I remembered whoever borrowed and never returned them back and at one point when I've had enough of their nonsense, I even blacklisted those people from borrowing any of my collections. Haha!

Then, while I was a month pregnant with Irfan, the final book of the Harry Potter series was released. The day I received the good news of my pregnancy was also the day I got to lay my hands on 'my precious' after months and months of agony eagerly waiting for it's arrival. Yes, I was among the millions who pre-ordered the book (I ordered kat MPH) and went out as early as a few minutes after azan Subuh so as to make sure nothing would get in my way of obtaining something that had been invading my dreams for months.

Sadly, sekarang saya sudah tidak bookworm lagi tapi beralih arah kepada game bookworm pulak! Haha!

Now, I think Irfan has caught the bug. He loves reading so much that everyday he'd rummaged through the bookshelves looking for his favourite books to read. He read them until the books are all torn and lunyai, but he'd still insist on flipping them page by page, page by page.

I dare say that at this point, happiness to Irfan is sitting in his mama's (or abah's) lap in front of the desktop, listening to us reading out to him page by page of that little yellow book. The book he inherited from his mama, the book from my childhood.


I have many many more books from my childhood, still in my keeping so don't you worry son. I'll read them all to you once you are ready because I love you son. And I would be proud if you would continue my legacy of being an ulat buku.