the aftermath

My mom sent me a picture of our house few months after the heavy flood stuck. We are back to normal now. Except with few destruction and loss and whatnot. It was quite heartbreaking seeing the aftermath.

Never imagined our house would submerged like that!

The flood was getting into my house for the first time ever! This time was so serious. My place wasn't usually affected by flood. So I guessed we were not fully ready.

I was on my winter break here in Egypt and we lost contact for almost a week. I could reached dad, but he couldn't reached mom and the rest.

My mom and the rest were transferred to a higher place. So everything was okay.

My mom even cooked for the people there! Hahaha showing off some cooking skills once in a while didn't hurt, of course. *looks at instant ramen that I've eaten here*

The aftermath was quite tiring, I felt so kesian to them to clean everything up while I was here munching strawberries and watching Korean dramas. How sad. The tiring part was washing all the affected clothes! And the mud crazily stuck to the floor!

They had tenths rounds of washing everything up, including my clothes. Which my mom complained about how many more rounds did she needed to finish them all? So her last resort was "I thought of giving away your clothes. I'm too tired to wash all of them."

I lost my words. Hahaha. Okay now, what should I really do?

I said, "Never mind. If you're tired, I'll wash all of them when I come back"

Mom's reaction was, "Okay, I'll keep them in a box while you're away"

Oh. God!

Is this real?

Hahaha.

new member

I will be back in Malaysia in less than 3 months. Excited, no? And I'm pretty sure this summer break will be the exciting one. Because we are going to get a new family member!

My big brother is going to get married! First wedding in our family and of course they can't proceed to anything unless the loveliest of all is back from Egypt. Hahaha but I missed their engagement. Plus the time zone spoiled a lot. I only wake up when they'd done with the ceremony and I was celebrating alone on my bed seeing the pictures on Facebook and Whatsapp.

So, as for the wedding, they are patiently waiting for me to come back. I'm so special like that hahaha.

I personally haven't meet my future sister-in-law. Never once. Unlike the other family members. So they are talking about how good she is. How adorable she is. How lovely she is. How diligent she was in the kitchen helping my mom. So my mom likes her a lot.

I'm really looking forward to this. I'm excited okay. So my biggest contribution so far is... choosing my own outfit to the event.

And for the outfit, I know this uncle here that sews very very well. Hahaha he is one amazing tailor. I will just show him few pictures of the dress that I want him to follow, he nods and tell me to come a few days after to collect the dress. I find it amusing! Like he's a mind reader perhaps? Hahaha.

Departure

The best part of departure is when everybody gathers to send you off at the airport cause you'll be away from them for months long. It may be sad, cause we know we won't be able to see each other for so long and the fact that me leaving them is kind of sad.

Which I mean, of course they will miss my presence hehehe.

 And in my case, I would normally traveled from Kota Bharu to KLIA. Then KLIA to Cairo. Which for me was kind of tiring. I love to travel but I dislike sitting for hours in a plane doing nothing. (Normally I'll just watch some movies and sleep and wake up to eat, I rarely go to the lavatory cause I don't really feel like doing so. If I have to pray, I'll just perform tayammum first).

And my departure recently was pretty much memorable. 

Salam and kiss my mom, and said goodbye. Mom's pretty cool about this. 

Dad and lil brother sent me off to Sultan Ismail Petra (KB) Airport. Usually dad would traveled together with me to KLIA. But not this time. That moment when I was about to get into the departure hall, there he went hugging me, held me tightly to his chest, whispered some advice. *hold back tears*

Bhahaha.

So I was all alone to KLIA.

My big brother, nenek and atuk were at KLIA for me. And so did Ameerul and his friends. 

I may looked tough but I just couldn't stand people being too nice to me as if I didn't deserve it. When mak (nenek) hugged me so tight and telling me to take a good care of myself and be strong and so on, nahhhh stay cool okay Qissy, stay cool. Haha.

When atuk gave me some advice, ah I just couldn't, just whatsapp me your advice atuk.

When my family and friends texted me goodbye. When Ameerul said nothing but just stared at me with his puppy eyes. I couldn't stand this.

I was pretty sad too. But well life must go on. In fact, it's only a year. And of course, I'll be going back to Malaysia again next year. Why so sad? *psychology mannn*

So goodbye Malaysia. I'll definitely going to get back to you pretty soon.  :)

(At Hamad International Aiport, Qatar during transfer)

Long hiatus

Wow, long break. Anyone misses me? I've just arrived in Egypt btw and my long disappearance in Malaysia for my long summer break, well, as usual, never be disappointed. Just few catching up meetings with my family, relatives, friends and boyfriend (s) - hahaha, you wish.

Celebrating Eid ul-Fitri and Eid al-Adha in my country, nothing beats the happiness from this. Extending my own holiday (cause it's Egypt ftw - you are free to create your own rules and protesting is their thing haha), it's just worth it.

Mom and I doing terawikh at home

Family members on mom's side 

And you know, what I love the most about being at home is food. All sort of foods. I'm not a big eater but my love for food is endless and eternity. Especially, seafood. My mom cooked me all sort of prawn dishes everyday which is equal to a heaven.

So I'm back here in Egypt for semester 5 of my course, I'm ready to rocking my normal routine (i.e: sleep, korean dramas, cooking, study, sleep again and counting days to go back to Malaysia), but this feels really long.

Semester 4 results? Hahaha don't ask. It was the worst results ever in my whole life. Just because of this one subject called 'General Microbiology & Immunology' which took itself 4 credit hours had ruined all my grades, and so did my CGPA. Just like a black sheep I tell you this subject. And the consequence continues this semester. So I happily registered for 'Clinical Microbiology' this time.

Okay few more updates.

Mom has been addicted to korean dramas now.

My younger brother is going to graduate real soon.

Dolls - as always. Nynaa is pregnant. Bunny is getting married next 2 or 3 months. Fifiey is doing Masters now. Shushy has to go through few semesters more to graduate.

Adik Hafizah - my youngest cousin. Haihh, getting pretty and clever this girl.

Adam and Mia (my nephew and niece) - keeps growing up and fighting against each other more often. I love it when they hadn't seen me for a long time, and when I showed up, they're just smiling and hug me shyly. They're really growing up.

Ameerul Ashraf - becoming more like Adam and Mia. Fighting and arguing with me whenever he got the chances. Hehehe.

And the best part of my holiday, was having a small reunion with my ex diploma coursemates. Ahhhh I really love this meeting. It was really really really good.

Definitely will update about them specifically later.

Such a nice summer break for me. I just can't wait to see what's waiting for me next summer break.

:)

King of Heart

Ameerul whatsapp-ed me: I have a good news and a bad news. Good news is I've just got my car repaired. And bad news is I wished 'Happy Father's Days' to your dad, all that he responded was, "Hmmmmmmmmm.Tq".

HAHAHAHA. I laughed. Not because he didn't get any good response, but I thought I might totally understand his situation. I sometimes get the same responses as well, even worse he didn't reply to my whatsapps too. Or sometimes, my dad became totally hyperactive he kept sending me his selfies. Don't know what he has ate. Hahaha.

But I came to a conclusion that, my dad isn't ready to let me go. When Ameerul wished him so, he might feel the pressure that the fact of letting me go off to the hand of another man has really come closer. I can feel he's still seeing us sibling as his babies. When I baked some pavlova, he praised me too much as thought I was winning Nobel Prize things or something. (That's usually happen to most of new parents who are excited just after discover their kids can start walking).

My dad is a type that express his feelings. When he really loves you, he can kiss you even at the night market in front of pakcik murtabak. When he gets mad, he stares at you as if his sight can penetrate the house walls. 

After all, he's the one that I really adore. I wanna raise my kids just as he does to us. 

He wants us to understand him, as much as he understands us. He will ask us about our opinion or experience on something, I mean, he's practising discussion in our family. Yet, he still has his own rules. That he can be so strict and scary also. 

My opinions are always deniable hahaha you can tell, I'm rebellious. 

But I still own a special place in his heart. :)

I remember to get my first facial care set gift, it was from him when I was 12.

I remember he snuck up to my school camping, making a plot with my teacher, just to see if I was doing well. Duh. Haha.

I remember when I was staying in a boarding school, dad never failed to pay a visit once a week. (Plus, it was only 30 minutes away from home zzz). And smuggled me for few hours going to a shopping mall hahaha.

I remember having a high fever on our trip to Kedah, he stayed besides my bed, holding my hand all night long, sometimes kissed my hand worried if I was doing well.

I remember he complaint about me having hairs on my leg. It's not pretty, he said.

 I remember when he was working in KL as remisier (he graduated in Business Admin from UKM), he tagged me along to his office, proudly announcing me as his favourite daughter, having lunch just us two at KL Tower. Sweet wasn't it?

Then he was working as a contractor, he chose me out of all siblings to help him with his work. 

**(My dad is now taking over a wholesales/grocery shop from his late father, sacrificed his glorious job for the sake of his family since he's the younger child - his decision that I respect the most)  :') 

I remember getting a long advise from him, on why I should not be dependent to my future husband. I should gather my own assets, he said. Also, forget my intention on buying VW New Beetle because pharmacist doesn't getting millions in a month. Spend money on more important things, he said.

Also I remember getting caught by him when I was having a date with my ex boyfriend, he got really mad and lecturing me 30 minutes straight, barely having a pause. Hahaha. 

Memories.

And now he continues to be doing so.

Wonder how he will react to my children hehehe. 

Must be really exciting.

After all, he's the King of my Heart.

Daddy, I know it's not easy raising me. You have had enough patience taking care of me; from changing my diapers to keep sending me allowance money every months now haha), but one thing that I promise you, I definitely will make you proud of me. :)

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, QISTINA'S PAPA. 

:)

**Sorry for blurred pictures, these were taken using old phone camera long time ago. Hahaha.

Last grandmother

Al-Fatihah.

My one and only grandmother, on my dad's side, passed away yesterday ( Thursday, 9.40 am ) in Bachok, Kelantan.

It was 3 am in Egypt, I was sleeping with no access of mobile internet. It was such a shocking news when I wake up. Grandma and I, we're not that close. In fact, my siblings too. But we're her closest grandchildren. She's very old and towards the end of her life, she barely recognized us.

We're not seeing her often, maybe because all of my siblings are off for studying/working and not being able to see her more often. But when we got the chance to see her, we're definitely going to run to her and everybody was trying to get to her first. And we were going to her treat just like a queen. Got her whatever she needed, water, checked. Towel, checked. Pillow, checked. Maybe because she's too old to get that by herself.

But my dad, yes. He's got to see her mom everyday.

Dad was the closest to her. I admired the way dad talked to her mum, the way dad treated her mum, it's soo lovely. I could really felt the love. Grandma, who barely able to hear what people were saying and sometimes she forgot where she put her teeth or her stuffs. Or sometimes when her nails were too long to even hurt her own feet and fingers. It was my dad, who taking care of her.

Dad would never gave up repeating the same questions to her, and answering her questions 4-5 times until she really really got it. When my grandma forgot to perform her Asar prayer, dad reminded her in such a lovely way, grandma wouldn't be ashamed or hurt. When grandma thought she just throw away her important stuffs into the dustbin, it was dad who trying to rummage all the trashes just to get her mom the stuffs back (for actually that important stuffs were in dad's car - both forgot) hahaha

Dad became the first one to notice that her mum's nails had grew so long and cut them. Never in my whole life, dad would raise his voice towards his mum. Towards me, yess laaa hahaha.

So, I thought, O lord, Dad must be really really really sad. Hmm, losing a mom is devastating...

Last picture of me and my grandma at my late grandpa's grave. Eid 2013.

May Allah grants you with Jannah, and we will always remember you.

Al- Fatihah. To my grandma. To our parents. May Allah be with us, always. Insyallah..

1 Syawal

I was a little bit depressed. My outfit for raya couldn't be ready on time. I was like, that baju was surely intended for hari raya and it was just couldn't got to be ready on the day that I should be wearing it. What's the point of having baju raya then? God! And most of my outfits are still in KL. 

Keep calm and ransack the cupboards!

I was just being at home on 1 Syawal and people came to my house instead. Families, relatives, cousins, mom's cousin bla bla bla. 

So basically my place was in the kitchen. Yeahh, I'm a good girl.

 And daddy's good girl too.

Adik Ejaah! Comelnya dia. Look at her hair pins, good choice huh? *blow nails.

Everybody was so geram and wanted to play with her, including her Tok Pa. My dad left her on the floor and never wanted to take her back. She whined few times and lifting her hands as a sign of "please take me out of here" but nobody wanted to take her then. Naughty ahh you guys. Haha.

By that look, we knew she hated us haha. But still, she's such a sweetheart to us.

Well guys, this might be late. But selamat hari raya. Maaf zahir batin. :)

Malam raya

One day before Eid. Mom was starting to nag. Haha. She woke me up early in the morning telling me to do this and that. And the other siblings too. So we rearrange some furniture, clearing up the house and all.

We bought pelita too! Am so excited cause we will celebrate Eid at my mom's kampung. At my mom's house. Which is a total happiness - we rarely celebrate Eid here, so this time is a bit different, k?

Much less looks like this.

And Eid this year with our new baby girl, Hafizah, our cutest cousin. She's so brilliant and her eyes are so naturally big, I'm so jealous (glaring at my fake contact lenses). 

So after everything was done, Mama said, "Wash your feet and slippers before entering the house! I'm afraid the sand will stick on yours!" (With widened eyes!)

This is a proof, am never gonna delete this pic. Hah hah!

Meanwhile, malam raya in the kitchen is a little bit like this...



Phew. A lot of things more. And as I'm writing this now, Mom's still waking up cooking.

Why him?

I met patients everyday. With variety kind of diseases and diagnosis, with different kind of attitude. I told them the same; take your medicines on time and never missed the dose. Some of them went back home with 2 or 3 big plastic bags containing medicines on hand. God, they will be just full by eating those meds!

This makes me ponder, what if they were my parents? My dad and my mom are living depending on medications? They need to go to the hospital every month to do the check up and get the new supply of medications. So I was really thankful and grateful that none of my parents were suffering from any life-depending drugs. (Cause I know what drug might cause you).

Until one day.

Daddy called me telling me that he went for a check up. Doctor told his cholesterol level was in the scale of 7. I wanna faint! He needs to be on medicine. Doctor gave him Fenofibrate. So he was asking me about the drug.

God, this is tough. My dad is depending on the cholesterol drug. You see, everybody knows that cholesterol is a root of all diseases. Anything can happen. I never thought this would happen to my parent. God, I'm so worried. He has a lot more to do that restrict himself in his daily life.

I texted him last night telling him to not forget to take his med. He replied me, his cholesterol level had decreased to 5.7. Pheww. I felt just like being his PA when he was my boss and I need to make sure that everything was right. Haha. And thank God, this patient isn't that fussy, right Dad?

And he's blaming me for his cholesterol level has increased. He said maybe he missed me so much. Oh noo, now I shouldn't feel any more guilty, no? Hahaha.

Happy life

Chart to a happy life. (Photo from 9gag)

Few things will change in couple of months from now. I will go to Egypt. Shushy will go one step further with degree. My big bro will complete her degree and my younger sister will be facing SPM. Phew. If I were being my mom, I don't know what should I feel. Her last daughter will be sitting for SPM (life indicator, they say), and her very first son will graduate wohoo and her second child will be leaving the family to chase her dream, to get a better life, to get a good education bla bla bla. See, being a mom isn't that easy.

And being me also is not that easy. I'm such a horrible lady lately. I have faced such tiring week, sleepyhead all day long, crying myself to sleep, thinking of what to do and what my life would wait for me later. I'm just over thinking. My life is on a little pressure (maybe since I told myself to stop shopping or maybe since I work on office hour time). I don't know.

By the way, Ameerul was just registered for his new semester. Ameerul Asharf, I know you're reading this, I wish you all the best and good luck. New semester will get tougher and challenging, I know. Be patient and always put your study as your first priority. Success is waiting for those who work for it. And education can bring you anywhere dear. Remember that you'll always have me, in any situation. :)

Anyhow, life must go on. Move on. Get a better life. I mean, what's life without problems?

Cheers :)

Mommy

I remember when I was attending my diploma convocation ceremony, my parents were with me in the hall. But they're sitting separately. Which was such a relief, hahaha, so I could talked with my friends non-stop.

So at the beginning of the event, there's a slideshow made by UiTM which showed us something like how parents are so much sacrifice for us. How hard they raise us. How grateful we are to have such wonderful parents who are willing to stay with us in whatever conditions and how much patience they put on us.

So it was a little bit touched. I looked at my friends and they're actually cried. I also wanted to cry but I was afraid if my mom would going to make fun of it. So I hardly hold my tears. Hahaha.

Then I texted my mom in the middle of the slideshow, I said, "Mama, you don't cry okay?"

And guess what my mom replied,

"I don't even feel sad".

Hahahaha. Funny mom is funny!

Where the heart is

If you come to my house, I warn you, please don't get yourself shock seeing our messy house but seeing our so called lawn is in an opposite condition.

If you know my mum, she's so addicted to gardening. She planted variety kinds of flowers and trust me, she also has serai, pokok daun kari, limau kasturi and whatsoever. I don't recognize those plants. Thank you.


This one. Spot the small cottage there. You know what is that for? We used to have more than 11 rabbits before and we built this just to place them. It's comfortable for the rabbits. And now some of them had died and we sold some.

My mum's favourite place.

Sarah

I was playing a game online and I registered under a username 'Qissy'.

My mum was sitting next to me and she wanted to teach me how to play that game because she used to play it like thousand times before and she thought that she knew all the answers.

She was like, "Qissy? Qissy?". Making her face. Then she continued, "You know your name, Qistina is a favourite name of a genie. It's your dad who gave you your name. Not me."

And I said, "Qistina is okay. It's just a name. It's all about us who shape our attitude".

Mama said, "If I were about to give you a name, I would name you Sarah".

Me, "Sarah?"

Daddy's big day

You know what's the similarities of me and my dad? (except nose).

Interest. Yes.

Him, when, I don't know when was this.

Me, the second child of him, 20 years old.

Coincidence, maybe cause we've never talked about this before. And I'd actually like snakes. But I don't think he will. And tell me, who will?

And decades passes and changed my dad gradually. I mean, everything was changed mutually with his age including his interest which he now reads a lot and physically fledged with grey hair. Beard, to be exact.

Look at our noses. SAME. Copy and paste. I remember my cruel ex-schoolmates who loved to make fun of me for having the same big nose with my dad. They're even called me with my dad's name. Silly them. And I wonder if my daughter will inherit it from her grandfather and I and when she goes to school, her classmates will make fun of her too. Oh pity her.

Well, I should start looking for a guy with a sharp, pointed nose now. *glance at Ameerul.

HAHA.

And my daddy has turned 52 today! Wohooooo. Happy birthday dear daddy. I wish you for a better life in this whole whole and the hereafter. Insyaallah, Allah will make things a lot easier to us. Ameen.

And I wish to give him a present. Hmm, a horse statue maybe? Hahaha. I'll be killed.

November.

Bloody month.

I can see my money flies. Far away. Haha.

Well, November might be such a good month to them; Mama, Papa and my lil sister because its their birthday. Oh God. *checking pocket now.

It's easier actually for me to remember each one of their birthday dates since everyone shares the same month. That might be the one and only advantage. Come to think about disadvantages? Oh, well that might comes up with a long list. I don't think I could mention them. LOL.

So today's my lil sister's birthday. My one and only sister, ever. She's the one who willing to share almost everything with me; clothes, secrets and what so ever and she's the one who willing to do any favors from me. Good enough, huh? Hahaha.

I wished her via phone and she replied, "Oh yes yes, you're the last person wishing me, thanks lah!"

She was all angry, because I wished her late! Hahaha.

I went saying couple of words and hanged up the phone like immediately, cause I afraid she might be so demand asking me to buy her present. I'm such a stingy sister, am I?And a crazy elder sister who loves to bully her own lil sis. Haha. She must be sad having me as her sister, well, she must take it, what more can she does unless taking what Allah has given to her. Be grateful for who I am. Hehehe.

* I can imagine how annoying her face would be while reading this. She must hates me and regrets her whole life for being a sister of mine.

And above of all these, I love you, sister.

And, happy 16th birthday. May Allah bless you. Have a bright future ahead. I wish we can have a holiday together after this. And I can imagine well how you carry my luggage and make such nice cup of coffee for me, oh wow. I'm looking forward to it.

Blood is thicker than water bla bla bla.

Happy birthday, Mama.

My mom's getting older. Haha.

Nooo, people will call me ungrateful daughter then. I mean, my mom's birthday was on last 10th November and everybody's celebrated her.

She was just so lucky! (I'd pray to inherit that luck!)

You see, my big bro gave her a bedside lamp. That's so sweet. My bro might thought that my mum needs so much rest and that lamp might helps her sleep tight and will keep her company throughout the night then. It makes perfectly sense, does it?

Haha.

And my lil brother gave her cake and I don't know what he presented my mum. But she told me that she was so happy and she was having such great time.

I called her on her birthday and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday so like spontaneously, she said she wanted clothes. Hahaha, demand!

I told her that I actually planning to get her a handbag. But she had to wait for my next salary. And yes, as expected, some nagging came out from her mouth. Haha.

I told her that I miss her so much. She replied, "OK".

OK? OK? Didn't she missed me?

Hahaha. Well, I'll give her everything that she wants. Because she's my only woman. Who else should I give my everything to if it's not my mum?

Happy birthday, Mama. :)

Ramadhan

Do’a Malaikat Jibril Menjelang Ramadhan,
Ya Allah tolong abaikan puasa ummat Muhammad,apabila sebelum memasuki bulan Ramadhan dia tidak melakukan berikut:

Tidak mohon maaf dahulu kepada kedua org tuanya,
Tidak bermaafan dahulu antara suami isteri,
Tidak bermaafan dahulu dgn org sekitarnya.
Maka Rasulullah mengatakan Amiin sebanyak 3 kali.

I read this somewhere and I realized that I've sinned a lot. I might take things for granted before. Being far from my parents actually connects us more often. So I texted Mama and Papa wishing them for fasting and asked for their forgiveness. I was crying you see. I miss them. Papa that I've known, he loves spreading advice. He told me to not miss my prayer, be good in KL and he said that he missed me. Oh my, I was crying.

Mama as always, she keep telling me to always wake up for sahur and always take a good care of my health. She knows me well, bacteria loves me much.

Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadhan, guys. May Allah will always leads us to His path. Amin.

Daddy and his girl's conversation.

Daughter: Papa, may I go hiking this weekend?

Dad: Where?

Daughter: Broga Hill.

Dad: With who?

Daughter: Ameerul and friends.

Dad: Kakak, please, don't disturb Ameerul, let him be in Penang, studying. Don't ask him to go back to home every weekend just to meet you. Pity him.

Daughter: Dad, he's now having his mid sem holiday.

Dad: Oh, hahaha. Okay just go. Take a good care of yourself. Remember to always keep your relationship in a good way. Be nice to Ameerul, don't ever cheat over him. Jaga hati dia.

Daughter: (Now what? Am I his child or him?)

HAHA. Funny, that man loves me, I know. And I love him too, or even more.

Queen of My Heart

There were a lot of Mother's Day ads on TV and everything conveyed the same message: appreciate your mom!

My mum went like, " Oh it's Mother's Day and none of my children wish me so far. Have they forget about their mum? Continued by, " A mum that had carried them for 9 months in her womb, feed them with food with a pure love and love them without asking for any returns." And continued by bla bla bla.

I was like, " Mum, Mother's Days is on next Sunday."

She replied, " Are you sure? Why did Umie Nini's daughter already gave her mum a present?"

I said, " Hmm, she might be confused with the exact date of Mother's Day."

Then she said, "Hm, okay"

She continued, "But, Mother's Day can always be celebrated at any time actually."

HAHAHA. She'll never give in! She's really wanna win this.

So I texted her this morning since I was at work and only come back at home on weekend.

"Mama, Selamat Hari Ibu. Kakak sayang Mama sangat sangat walaupun Kakak selalu kasar. Mama nak hadiah apa?"

She replied,

"Thank you. Mama tak nak apa-apa, cukup lah anak Mama hormat dan sayang Mama. Tapi, nak emas setongkol lah"

NEVER BE SERIOUS. And where on earth could I find her that? In Cityville?

And now that she finds a new hobby: watching AF and admiring Hazama (one of AF contestant) a lot. A lot like, "Don't ever curse at him, he's like my adopted son"

OH GOD, DID I JUST GOT ANOTHER NEW SIBLING? THE NOT HANDSOME ONE? FORGIVE ME, BUT I'D RATHER BE AN ONLY CHILD THAN HAVING A BROTHER LIKE HAZAMA!

I would go teasing my mum everytime we watching Akademi Fantasia. I would go like, " Hazama would be eliminated this week. He's weak, boasting and bajet bagus".

My mum would give a long debate over it, " He's talented, he is what we are waiting all these while. He's like a star falling down from the above. His voice is really great. You don't badmouth him, that's not good. His talent won't never disturb you."

My sister and I will just snorted and remain silent until AF ended.

My mum's a funny woman. I can't imagine living without her. A caring mom that I know will always pray for her children. She would give in in any situation except for TV channel. Hehe. I am just lucky to have her as my mum. A real mum. She's everything that we ever wanted; a great listener, an amazing cook, a funny storyteller and a wonderful nagging mum. Hehehe.

I LOVE HER, I JUST LOVE HER. THE ONLY QUEEN OF MY HEART. :)

Thanks for being a great mum.

My mum and my younger sister.