ROAR - Rashad Official Annual Reunion

Sometime last year, my Tok Ayah suggested that we hold a family gathering. We, the 4 eldest grandchildren - myself, Nurul, Alliyah and Sabrina - sat down, discussed and came out with an idea of what to do for the gathering. We wanted it to be special and unique. We talked about having loads of entertainments. We wanted it to be a memorable one.

We started after Maghrib and began scoffing down plates of briyani with mutton - thanks to Tok Ayah who sponsored it. Not to forget the traditional ondeh-ondeh that Nenek made especially for the event.
 It was kicked-off with a mini fashion show on a runaway which is actually a coffee table. The models were my young cousins who paraded their outfits which was themed on animal prints. They were such natural models and i think a talented lot.

It was soon followed by performances by them such as singing, rapping, breakdancing which mainly consisted of hip shaking. It turned they got swagged!

After all  we all made a speech together conveying our love to each other and especially to our parents, Tok Ayah and Nenek. It was quite a touching experience for all of us. This is one of the memories that will be imbedded in my memory for eternity....<3333

Trip ke Sarawak

Setiap dua tahun sekali, saya dan keluarga akan balik ke kampung halaman ibu saya di Sarawak. saya mengambil kesempatan untuk berjumpa saudara-mara sambil bercuti dan menimati keindahan alam semula jadi yang hanya terdapat di Sarawak. 

Suasana kampung amat berbeza sekali dengan di bandar tetutama  keadaan cuaca panas yang memerlukan semua orang menggunakan pendingin hawa tetapi di kampung nenek, cuaca dingin malam menusuk hingga ke tulang sumsum. 

Satu pengalaman yang tidak dapat saya lupakan ialah apabila ibu saya mengajak saya dan adik-adik mengambil buah nipah dengan menaiki sampan kecil menyusuri Sg. Sibuti. Air yang tenang dan kicauan burung benar-benar memberi ketenangan kepada kami. Keindahan alam semulajadi di sini memukau pemandangan saya dan menggamit jiwa untuk kembali ke sini. Sayang Sarawak! ;)

Swimming when there’s nothing else to do

One of the common interests we have between us as family besides indulging ourselves in food , food and more food is swimming! The initial reason why we took up swimming was because of our number 1 hobby-eating that results in adding more layers to our belly. So, mama made herself clear that she wanted the whole family to take up a sport

Cycling was boring as we were only allowed to cycle around the neighbourhood that was full of stray dogs that could chase you anytime they want. Badminton was too common and there’s no adrenalin felt while playing that. Soccer was…well… out of question. Duh, have you ever seen a soccer team of girls who hated sunburns? Let me give you the answer- never

So, we all agreed to spend our weekend on swimming at the pool that was a stone’s throw away. So, every Saturday morning, we will all get into our swimming suits- goggles and all- and get in the car that is loaded with food as we become like a pack of hungry wolves after swimming.

We’ll swim for at least 3 hours and when the heat was beginning to burn our sunblock coated necks, we’ll get out of the water, make a few cannonballs and climb up to shore. We’ll eat like we haven’t met food for days and begin laughing at each other’s burn marks as we looked like we had stripes on our faces. That’s what goggles do to you.

So, I’ll log off for now to see what my brother is doing in the bath tub. Probably using all the soap to make bubbles and make my mom go mad. Bye!!

Chillax!

In our family, we have one golden rule that we strictly adhere to. That is go to the mall every weekend. You name it, the Curve, The Midvalley Megamall, The Gardens, One Utama, we’ve been there. This is all thanks to Ayah who likes being in places blasting with air conditioner that chills to the bones.

Sometimes, all we do is just ‘lepak’ at  Starbuck’s and spend hours reading novels but we never get tired of doing it. Now, when I’m in boarding school, I miss every second of it. The smell of the bread wafting from the bakeries, the lingering scent of perfume in the air as promoters try to attract customers and the enormous ‘sale’ signs displayed on almost all stores making your eyes almost popping out from your head.

However, what matters the most and the most memorable things that I miss about going to malls is spending time with my family. How cranky Akmal is when he can’t get what he wants, Sabrina begging to go to a bookstore to get her hands on the latest novel series, Ayah offering to get us ice creams or more drinks and mama dragging me to the stores to check out the clothes or house decorations. I love every minute of it. But I’ll guess I’ll have to wait until the final SEM school break arrives to go up and down the escalators of my favourite mall with the people I love <3

My Brother

When I was eight, I noticed my mom’s belly start protruding against her shirt and I found out that I was gonna have a new addition to the family! My wish came true as I was given a brother who looked identical to me based on my baby photos…

Muhammad Akmal Ashraf is eight years old this coming February and studies at Sekolah Kebangsaan Seri Selangor, Subang Jaya. He is full to the brim with antics and doesn’t like people to tell him what to do especially when it comes to getting his homework done He loves to go to Toys R US- who doesn’t. well, except for parents. Once he’s in a toy store it’s like he’s lost in his own world and goes hyper, jumping up and down at Hotwheels and Nerf guns and oohing and aahing at the lateat robots on sale. If he doesn’t get at least one toy to play with, he’ll eventually throw a tantrum and be moody for the rest of the day.

He goes to Kumon classes just like the rest of his sisters and despises it. I think that’s the only thing we have in Kumon. Although he may look cute, he’s like Puss in Boots in the hit movie Shrek. Once you spend a few days  with him and he starts showing his true colours, you’ll  go insane. Guaranteed! Since he is the Benjamin of the family, he is very close to our mother, and whenever he gets cranky, only our mother knows how to persuade him to shut up.

All in all he’s like sugar. You need him but too much of him, you’ll start to lose your marbles. And through this post, I declare that I am one of the victims. Haha. Lurve you bro! muahhh

My Sister

Amirah Sabrina Binti Mohd Azhar is the name that belongs to the girl who is out of this world!! Yep people, that’s my sister. She is thirteen this year and is a fourian- a term used for students of SMK USJ 4. Don’t believe me? Search it on Wikipedia. She looked like she has traits of a Chinese which is partly true as our grandfather is Chinese- at least 20% of  it.

Sabrina or Na as when she was smaller, she had difficulties pronouncing her name correctly and declared herself Na and the name sticks till today. She has cheeks that turn crimson when she’s either over the moon or just put her foot in her mouth. Whatever it is, she;s the type of person who puts her heart on her sleeve for all to see, and know, and take note of..especially when she’s not in the best of her moods.

Na is like a live wire. She could never stay at a spot for a long period of time. She will never wait for people it has to be vice versa. Let me give you an example if she was to be involved in a relationship- her boyfriend would have to constantly follow her around and she won’t shed a tear if she broke up as she knows the guy will come running back. My imagination is on hyper mode again!

Na has a passion for activities that require a lot of physical strength like martial arts. She also has a thing for math as her mind functions like a calculator that I sometimes think that they’re twins. She hates failing at something and loves competition so I would like to promote her in this blog. To whoever who needs a calculator who can cheer up your dull life and swallow a large bag of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies while scoffing it down with glasses of frappucino, give me a call. I think I have just the person you need.   

mama

She is one of the miracles that rarely happen in my life. She is my mom-mama! She was born in a Miri, Sarawak a bustling town that made its name because it’s the first site of oil drilling in Malaysia. She is the eldest daughter and was raised up as a ‘mother’ of her 6 younger brothers who always have something up their sleeves. She always shared her experiences about her childhood with me. About the times she had to go to the river to get buckets of water to wash the clothes of the whole household, juggle house chores and schoolwork and cook at a small hut by the paddy fields for her parents who sacrificed blood, sweat and tears to work at the fields

    Besides that, mama was also one of the students who passed her SPM with flying colours. However, because she studied in a rural school that is hidden from the eyes of society, she could not get a chance to follow her dreams. So, at the young age of 19, she board a plane and got a one-way ticket to the peninsular Malaysia to seek for a better future and a job to lessen her parents’ burden and support her brothers’ education.

She gained a myriad of experiences and tried working as a waitress in restaurants, a salesgirl at boutiques before finally settling down in the hotel line. She worked as a receptionist in various internationally known hotels like Sheraton hotel in Subang Jaya or now known as the Grand Dorsett hotel- a place constantly occupied with upper echelons. My mom resigned from her job when I was born as she wanted to be a devoted housewife and mother who will always be there when her children needs her. Besides that, she doesn’t trust outsiders to look after her kids as you never know what these nannies have in mind. I mean, have you ever read the papers about what these sick people do to people’s children??

Back to the point, Mama is very friendly and she could spark up a conversation with anybody about anything. She always reminded us that it is important to have a lot of friends but out of those flocks of people who claim to be your friends, choose only one or two people you trust to safeguard your secrets.

That is all from me for now. Tata and call your mom right now and say those three words…asap!

Ayah

On the 30^th August this year, my dad will be turning 43!! During those years he went through, he still looked the same as he was when I only reached his waist. With the same pair of eyes that lights up when he smile and the pair of eyebrows that almost meet when he’s in a fury. One of the obvious reasons now is that he has white hairs that are taking up most of the space on his head and wrinkles that start to deepen on his forehead.

My dad is a diligent and loyal worker of Esso and Mobil as he had worked there for more than a decade. He is willing to move here and there and be where the company needs him to be. This is why we have moved for almost 7 times and I have been to 2 primary schools, and the boarding school that I’m in right now is my third high school. Sometimes, I feel like a nomad moving from cave to cave in search for better soil to plant my crops. See, this is a result of trying to ‘sumbat’ the sejarah textbook in your head.

Ayah is from the historical city of Malacca, specifically Kg sungai udang and moved to Petaling Jaya when he was an adolescent, he has an elder brother who is now working with MAS and two sisters who are the best aunties a girl could ever have! he loves soccer, tennis, rugby but now he mostly leads a sedentary life as his stomach mostly gets in the way.

He also went to boarding school, an MRSM in Seremban at 16 years old and was one of the top students who managed to get a scholarship to further his studies to Miami, Florida. During the 5 years he lived in America, he succeeded in obtaining 2 masters- master of business administration (MBA)specialisation in accounting and master of science in information system. Even the hearing the long titles make my head spin. I wonder how ayah could survive it but then again, he’s my dad. (smug)

So these are some details about ayah, a person who expresses his love by protecting and providing for his family including me.

  

  Ma Famille

(Keluargaku)

Gambar ini diambil oleh seorang pelancong Korea yang menawarkan bantuan untuk mengambil gambar kami sekeluarga berlatar belakangkan dekorasi besar-besaran bagi menyambut Hari Natal yang bakal menjelang. Saya tidak mempamerkan gambar ini semata-mata kerana gambar ini diambil oleh seorang jejaka Korea ( walaupun saya juga dilanda demam Korea yang turut mempengaruhi gadis-gadis Malaysia kini ) tetapi kerana gambar ini merupakan satu-satunya gambar di mana kami sekeluarga memandang ( dan tersenyum ) ke arah kamera.

   Sebelum saya bermula, saya ingin membuat pengakuan bahawa saya bukanlah kaki blogger yang sanggup menghabiskan satu pertiga masanya di depan skrin komputer dan meluahkan segala perasaan yang terkurung di dada atau menceritakan  aktiviti yang dilakukan sepanjang hari dari A sampai Z dalam blognya yang akan menjadi tatapan pelbagai strata masyarakat. Saya tidak pernah peduli untuk mengikuti blog-blog orang lain apatah lagi membikin blog sendiri! Namun disebabkan guru mata pelajaran Sivik saya yang sudah jelak menerima folio yang menggunung bagai Gunung Everest di atas mejanya, beliau menyuruh kami memanfaatkan teknologi dan membuat blog sendiri demi mendapatkan markah 'coursework'. Saya menarik nafas lega tatkala mengetahui tajuk yang perlu ditulis iaitu 'Keluarga Saya'.

   Saya hanya ingin berkongsi beberapa butir peribadi mengenai diri saya tetapi bukan secara terperinci. Hanya sekadar supaya anda dapat mengenali diri saya dan insya-allah hubungan persahabatan dapat dijalinkan. Saya berumur 16 tahun dan berasal dari sebuah bandar yang tidak  pernah leka daripada mengejar kemajuan iaitu Subang Jaya. Saya kini menuntut di MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba, Jasin, Melaka yang baru dinobatkan sebagai MRSM terbaik untuk kecemerlangan keputusan SPM. Saya berasa bersyukur dan amat bertuah dapat memijak bumi TGB ini.

   Walaupun begitu, tidak dinafikan bahawa banyak cabaran yang telah ditempuhi dalam tempoh 2 bulan di sini namun dari perspektif saya, segala kesulitan yang dihadapi akan menjadikan kita lebih matang dan berpengalaman dalam soal kehidupan. Saya tidak akan menyangkal bahawa saya juga dilanda 'homesickness' untuk beberapa minggu namun saya tidak malu untuk menyatakannya atau ingin menyembunyikannya kerana ini membuktikan hubungan rapat antara saya dengan keluarga saya. Justeru, saya ingin menyingkap sedikit lembaran hidup saya mengenai orang-orang yang bertakhta di hati buat kini dan seratus tahun akan datang.........

   Ayah, Bapa, Papa, Abi atau apa saja panggilan yang diberikan kepada bapa anda, apa yang penting ialah kehadirannya dan aura kekuatan serta perlindungan yang diberikannya kepada sesebuah institusi keluarga. Bagi saya, bapa saya dapat diibaratkan sebagai selimut saya. Semasa saya baru petah bercakap, saya membenci selimut saya dan kerap kali menendangnya dari katil hingga terjatuh ke lantai. Saya merasakan bahawa selimut itu sangat merimaskan dan mengganggu keselesaan tidur saya. Namun, dalam keheningan pagi, saya akan terjaga dari dibuai mimpi dan mulalah merangkak di atas lantai parket dalam usaha mencari selimut saya bagi membaluti tubuh yang menggigil kesejukan. Konklusinya, jika terlintas di  fikiran anda yang anda tidak memerlukan kasih sayang dan bimbingan dari seorang insan yang bergelar bapa, ingatlah kisah saya ini. Walau berulang kali anda menjauhkan diri daripadanya, dia tetap akan setia menanti dan membantu kita bila kita memerlukannya serta menjadi sumber kekuatan kita. Begitu hebatnya nilai kasih sayang seorang bapa!

   Bapa saya dikenali sebagai Azhar. Dia bekerja tanpa mengenal erti penat untuk mencari sesuap nasi bagi mengisi perut isteri dan anak-anaknya yang bagai ditatang di anak lidah. Dia berkecimpung dalam bidang perakaunan di Kuala Lumpur yang merupakan kota metropolitan yang semakin hanyut dalam arus kemajuan. Oleh itu, bapa saya sangat bijak menyelesaikan masalah-masalah Matematik dan merupakan tempat rujukan saya yang kurang meminati nombor ini. Ternyata, kepakaran dalam Matematiknya tidak diturunkan melalui DNA kepada saya. Alangkah malangnya....
   Bapa saya menepati piawaian setiap bapa yang pernah saya temui- memiliki '6-pack'. Jangan salah sangka. Beliau bukan seperti Taylor Lautner yang diidami semua peminat Twilight tetapi yang dimaksudkan dengan 6-pack ialah lapisan lemak tepu. :p.
   Dia gemar merakam saat-saat kami sekeluarga meluangkan masa bersama-sama ada ketika beriadah di luar mahupun ketika kami sekeluarga hanya melepak di rumah menonton tv sambil mengunyah kuaci. Baginya, momen-momen yang nampaknya biasa sahaja seperti ketika adik saya menari dengan lincah mengikuti rentak lagu kegemarannya perlu dihargai kerana momen-momen sebegitu tidak dapat diulang tayang....... kecuali jika ia dirakam!

'Tiada sesiapa pun yang dapat merampas kedudukan ibumu kerana walaupun anda salah, tetapi dari kaca matanya, tindakan anda betul. Dia mungkin akan memarahi anda untuk perkara yang remeh-temeh tetapi bukan untuk perkara-perkara yang besar"

Terdapat banyak lagi pepatah yang tersimpan dengan kemas dalam diari saya tetapi pepatah inilah yang memberi impak yang terbesar buat diri saya. Ini kerana maksud yang tersirat di sebalik pepatah ini iaitu walaupun anda melakukan kesalahan yang besar dan disisihkan masyarakat, seorang ibu tidak akan mengeluarkan anaknya dari kamus kehidupannya. Sebaliknya, seorang ibu akan sentiasa menyokong anaknya yang merupakan insan teristimewa dari kaca matanya.

   Pernahkah anda melawan kata ibu anda? Pernahkah anda meninggikan suara kepadanya? Mengajuk cakapnya? Menunjukkan riak wajah marah atau tidak puas hati di hadapannya? Menghempas pintu bilik sebagai tanda protes? Pernahkah anda terfikir bahawa ibu anda tidak layak untuk mengajar dan membimbing anda dan anda memerlukan ibu yang lebih sempurna? Jika anda pernah melakukan perkara-perkara tersebut, saya sarankan bahawa anda segera memohon maaf kepadanya sebelum terlambat. Jangan lupa bahawa segala yang dimiliki di alam yang fana ini hanya dipinjamkan ALLAH termasuklah ibu kita. Bukan itu sahaja, ibulah yang berjerih perih berbadan dua selama 9 bulan  dan kemudiannya 'mengorbankan' seumur hidupnya untuk menjaga kita tanpa mengenal erti penat.

   Saya sayangkan ibu saya. Sudah terang lagi nyata bahawa saya berbohong jika saya katakan bahawa saya tidak pernah melakukan perkara-perkara yang saya senaraikan. Namun, Alhamdulillah saya dapat menebus kesalahan saya dan masih mempunyai peluang untuk mendapatkan kemaafannya. Sejak ketinggian saya yang hanya mencecah pinggangnya hinggalah kini kami boleh saling berkongsi dan bertukar-tukar pakaian, jeans kasut dan sebagainya, saya rasa ibu saya masih seperti dahulu. Roseline Binti Muslih  atau digelar Mama masih memiliki raut wajah yang tenang tanpa kedutan serta murah dengan senyuman dan nasihat untuk anak-anaknya.
   Dia merupakan suri  rumah tangga sepenuh masa dan menguruskan segalanya berkaitan hal rumah tangga termasuklah mengambil dan menghantar anak-anaknya ke sekolah dan kelas-kelas tambahan tanpa bantuan sesiapa pun terutamanya setelah saya menjejakkan kaki ke sekolah berasrama. Saya mendabik dada dan memanjatkan kesyukuran kepada ALLAH kerana memperoleh ibu yang tabah sepertinya.

   Sabrina yang membawa maksud kesabaran ialah nama yang diberikan kepada adik saya. Ironinya, dia memiliki semua sifat kecuali sifat kesabaran. Dia bukanlah jenis yang akan berfikir masak-masak sebelum melakukan sesuatu. Dia merupakan seorang yang 'happy-go-lucky' dan tidak akan mengerutkan kening untuk memikirkan konsekuensi tindakannya. "Nanti stres, lagi cepat tua" bilangnya dengan nada bercanda. Badannya bersaiz kecil yang menyebabkan dia sering dianggap sebagai pelajar Darjah 4 padahal usianya hanya 3 tahun berbeza daripada saya.

   Kecil-kecil cili api menjadi pegangannya kerana dia berjaya membuktikan kepada semua orang bahawa di sebalik muka 'babyface'nya itu, pelbagai bakat yang dimilikinya. Dia memperoleh tali pinggang hijau dalam Taekwondo, pandai berenang, aktif dalam bola baling serta sentiasa menduduki tempat pertama setiap kali keputusan peperiksaan diumumkan. Impiannya adalah  untuk membuka sebuah klinik pakar sakit puan dan menawarkan perkhidmatannya kepada mereka yang memerlukan. Sifat kami sangat berlainan bagai langit dengan bumi tetapi kami ibarat magnet- seorang bercas positif dan yang seorang lagi bercas negatif dan akhirnya bercantum! Walaupun kadang kala terdapat 'geseran' , namun itu yang merapatkan hubungan kami sebagai adik dan kakak yang saling menyayangi.

   Tidak ketinggalan adik lelaki saya, Akmal Ashraf yang berusia 8 tahun dan kini belajar di bekas sekolah saya dulu iaitu SK Seri Selangor. Sudah menjadi lumrah bahawa adik-beradik dari kaum Adam  akan bersifat menjengkelkan dan adik lelaki saya tidak terkecuali. Walaupun begitu, apabila dia tersenyum atau mulai ketawa berdekah-dekah, hati saya akan cair secara automatik dan segala kesalahannya atau pertelingkahan antara kami akan melayang ke luar tingkap. Saya akan merasakan bahawa saya kakak yang paling bertuah kerana memiliki adik yang cukup comel.........hinggalah dia mengenakan saya sekali lagi.

   Akmal sangat menggemari makanan 'Mamak' seperti roti canai, putumayam dan lain-lain. Selain itu, dia pasti akan 'melekat' di hadapan skrin komputer berjam-jam lamanya hinggalah disuruh Mama untuk berhenti. Itupun setelah dipujuk bagai nak rak. Tetapi dia juga seorang kanak-kanak yang aktif di sekolah hingga timbul insiden dia terhantuk kerana berlari-lari yang menggemparkan satu sekolah kerana kepalanya bagaikan terdapat bola golf!

Begitulah alkisahnya tentang keluarga saya yang serba sederhana tetapi mementingkan nilai kasih sayang antara kami. Jika anda mula membandingkan keluarga anda dengan keluarga orang lain, ingatlah walaupun dari mata kasar, keluarga kita nampak tidak sempurna tetapi ketahuilah bahawa mereka menyayangi dengan sempurna...

Sebelum saya mengakhiri 'post' saya ini, luangkanlah sedikit masa untuk menonton video ini...sekian....

Ma Famille 

(My Family)

 This was a shot taken by a random Korean guy who offered to take a picture of us. And no, I didn't post this pic just because the guy who took this pic was a Korean, (a HAWT one by the way) but because its the only picture where all of us are in it and are actually looking (and smiling) at the camera. 

So, before we start, let's kick it off with a truthful confession. I'm not an avid blogger. In fact, I"ve never bothered to blog before until my Sivic teacher wanted something other than folios strewn on her desk. I'm supposed  to pour my heart out on this blog about my family, our ups and downs and end it with some kind of cliche lesson of the day eg, love your family....you don't know what you got till it"s gone etc etc.But I just want to keep my blog short and sweet and memorable as well by writing with a carefree attitude in enlightening you guys about the people who matters to me the most.

I just want to share a few details about myself but I'm going to be vague. I'm from a suburban town and is now studying in boarding school and gaining a lot of experience studying there than I have, in the 16 years of my life breathing on this planet. It's a heck of a load of fun there and I admit I came down with homesickness for the first month I was there. But I'm not ashamed of feeling homesickness as it shows that I miss my family and the strong bond we have between us. So, that is why i want to share about the topic that is the closest at my heart right now. Ma famille. (By the way, it means my family in French. Discovered it thanks to Google Translator;))

Love you, Ayah!!

Dad,Daddy, Papa, Ayah, Bapak, Abi. It doesn't matter what you call your dad. What's  important is his presence and the sense of strength he brings into a household. To me, my dad is like my blanket. When I was half my age now, I hated my blanket and frequently pushed it away and threw tantrums whenever my mum tried to tuck me in bed and cover my body with it. But in the wee hours of the morning, shivering due to the blasting air conditioner, I would be on my knees searching for my blanket which has usually taken refuge on the floor. My point is, no matter how you think you don't need your dad and can be better off without him, keep my story in mind and repeat this mantra " I need my dad. He's like my blanket".

My dad is known to all as Azhar. He works in Kuala Lumpur the hub of... well..everything. He has the common 9 to 5 job and works diligently to put food on the table for his family. He is seriously good with numbers and I always bombarded him with add math questions as it turns out, being a genius in mathematics does not come in a package with my DNA. (sigh..)He meets the universal standard of a father, like all fathers I've met- a 6 pack (of adipose..at least it sounds better than fatty layers :p).He loves taking videos of us with his camcorder that has lasted for almost a decade. As to him, memories of me losing my first tooth and making a mountain out of a molehill out of it or my sister shaking her butt to Teletubbies on tv can't be rewinded....well, unless you have a camcorder!

And yes, those aren't peace signs. pfft...who needs 'em when you've got guns

"No one in the world can take the place of your mother. Right or wrong, from her viewpoint you are always right. She may scold you for the little things, but never for the big ones"

There are lots of other quotes but this one leaves the greatest impact. Besides, leaving the quotes in my diary would be best because I don't wanna get too touchy-feely with you people. I mean, I don't even know you. You could be serial killers who has his aim on innocent girls who's life revolves around quotes for all I care. Nah, just kidding. I've ventured too far from the topic so let's sail back and get on our course.

 Mom. Have you ever talked back to your mom? Raised your voice at her? Rolled your eyes at her behind her back? Wished you had a better understanding mom or worse never had a mom? If you have, seek for her forgiveness ASAP. I'm not asking you in a soft gentle voice that counselors have that gets you on your nerves. I'm ordering you. This is because mothers are the most monumental gift God have granted each child. She beared with you for 9 months and had to surrender the following years of her life taking care of you but she never complained. 

I love my mom. I would be bluffing if I said I've never done those things I've mentioned earlier but  alhamdulillah for me, I still have a chance to ask for her forgiveness. From when i  only reached her waist to being shoulder to shoulder with her now, my mom still has the the smooth forehead that rarely creases and a smile that never seems to fade with the constant string of advice and experiences she has gained through life from her lips. She is a devoted housewife juggling a plethora of duties. From doing the laundry, cooking to cleaning the house and fetching her kids from school and extra classes, she takes it all in her stride especially after I've packed my bags to boarding school. From my perspective, she's 10 times better than Martha Stewart( no offence intended. I just think my mom's more awesome)

Sabrina with her ever cheeky smile on the right with  Akmal in my arms

Sabrina meaning patience is the name given to my sister. It is also an irony. A big one. As she is everything but patient. She does things with an impulse. Forget looking before you leap, she would have leaped before you finished your sentence. She has a petite body frame and a cute face that masks an active free-spirited girl that lies beneath. She loves cracking jokes and is an animal lover but because of her asthma, she can't have anything furry playing around in the house. She dreams of becoming her gynaecologist and open up her own clinic in town. She is the total opposite of me but like they say, opposites attract!! It may cause some friction in the process but that is what keeps us closer together.

My 8-year old brother loves and is loved. Fondly called as Akmal,he is the greatest brother a girl could have. Huh, as if. He is the most annoying, irritating, nerve-wrecking brother like every other brother but he can melt your heart in a New York minute when he smiles or giggles. Once he does that, it's like he's the cutest thing in the world and you'll fall into his spell and tolerate his  behaviour. Believe me, I've been through it. He loves mamak food eg, roti canai, and putu mayam. If you're not a Malaysian, google it up and make sure you come to Malaysia to grab a bite as you'll be missing out on the greatest parts in life if you don't. Anyways, Akmal loves playing video games and asking him to stop playing once he meets an Xbox is like asking a buffalo to fly. In conclusion, he is like a meteor that crashed into your backyard. You didn't ask for it but once you have it, you're like- why not? Not everyone has a meteor in their backyard. Haha.. I'm making stupid proverbs again. It must be the overdose of caffeine I'm taking . So I better log off now and get some air. I've been slouching in front of this screen for far too long. But before that, remember that your family may not be perfect but they love perfectly. So, see ya!!!