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!!!