This is a story about a group of people I call, F A M I L Y.
There is this man, 55 years old this year.
He is not wealthy.
He is not the CEO.
He is not the coolest person ever.
He is not sensitive about things around him.
He is not exactly hygienic either. (definitely, LOL!)
But he is a great man, no doubt.
He worked hard to raise his family.
Never letting them go hungry, or cold.
He provides, he supports.
He is confident, never looked down at himself for being who he is.
He is humorous, overwhelmed with jokes.
He is knowledgeable, knowing stuff you never thought he would.
He is friendly, a little too friendly, that he actually talks to his daughter's friends who called.
He is protective, protecting his children from any form of harm, physically and mentally.
He loves traveling, but he always bring back gifts, for his family, not just for himself.
He loves to eat, but he always make sure his family have enough to eat first, not just for himself.
He loves public speaking, but he always mention about his family, not just about himself.
He loves to boast, but its always about his family, not just about himself.
He loves God, and he make sure his family do too, not just keeping Him for himself.
This great man I am talking about, of course, is MY DAD=)
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There is also this woman, 52, still hot, but sorry, definitely NOT available. LOL.
She is very pretty, being 52, but still hot and pretty, many said so.
She is very smart, fixing stuff that seems unfix-able, many said so.
She is very creative, making wonderful things with the hands she has, many said so.
She is very loving, always ready to give a helping hand, many said so.
She is very NAG-GY, nagging on every single thing, I SAID SO. LOL!
She is the perfect cook, she does wonders in the kitchen.
She is the perfect tutor, she teaches her children well, so well.
She is the perfect cleaner, she cleans the house till it shines.
She is the perfect friend, she listens whenever she is needed to.
She is the perfect tailor, she smocks dresses for her daughter.
This wonder-woman, is MY MOM.
She is just too incredible, words can't describe it all.
I am a mommy's girl, but what's wrong with it when my mom is just so perfect?
Growing up with comments saying that I look like her, makes me feel good.
After all, my mom is SO HOT AND PRETTY right?
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There are these two guys, 27 and 24 in age respectively.
Let me start with the older one.
27 in age, what a big number.
Not married, but attached.
He is kinda nerdy, thick glasses. Plus, loads of white hair. (Professor-looking?)
He is very smart, ASEAN scholar in exact.
He is very good with his language, bombastic words are too easy for him.
He is REALLY good in delivering speeches too, he holds workshops, WOW?
He is one with principles too, no pirated CDs, no downloading songs and... What's next? No fake eyelashes maybe? jokes.
He might have sound like one freaky geek.
But trust me, he is not.
I saw him, with my own eyes(maybe not live, more like a video), leading a dance, on stage.
A stupid dance, with weird music, with a crowd of 50+? I was stunned! Itu abangku ke?
He left for studies to Singapore, when his sister was 9.
He missed the part, where his little sister matures. His total lost. HAHA.
But he did his very best, to care for her, I am sure he did. He calls me weekly!
He is constantly worried about her, her studies and her life.
He is always full of surprises, buying his sister marvelous gifts with his tiny pay.
He is a really great big brother, MY BIG BROTHER=)
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Another one, 24, not too old yet, but quite old.
People say he is handsome, EW.
People say he is an angel, EW EW.
People say he is kind and caring, EW EW EW.
People say he is really nice to girls, WHAT? Am I not a girl then?
People say he is smart, for this, I have to add, he is REALLY smart.
Well, I don't hate my brother, at all, not even a little bit.
But at times, he is such a pain in the ass, in my ass.
When we were younger, we fought so much, everything single thing possible.
Let it be food, TV, the couch, watermelon... I always win though. HAHA. Tears bring victory=)
He can be a real pain, but he can be real sweet too.
He always buy me gifts, birthdays, Christmas, incentives for good results...
Well, of course, not just because of the gifts. There is a lot more, which I can't think of now. XD
He is always there to listen.
Secrets can be shared, feelings can be let out.
That's when we do our annual talk session since he is studying in Germany now, as a JPA scholar.
He is always there to help me out.
Small things like the shoutbox for my blog, to big things like problems in life.
He is always there to call me.
He calls weekly, to check on his little sister, whether she is having plenty of boyfriends now.
He is always there for me to look up to.
Well, having a brother with a hay-wired brain is quite useful at times.
By hay-wired, I mean someone who thinks math is absolutely fun and easy, who scores 100s since primary to uni. Besides hay-wired, what word can you use to describe that? LOL. But yeah, I do look up to him. I want to be as smart, better if I can be smarter. HAHA!
You made me hate you because I am jealous, but I love you for being my BROTHER=)
After all that, aren't you just jealous of my family?
TOO BAD, they are MINE=)
I LOVE YOU PA, MA, KORKOR AND KORKOR.
Thanks for everything.
I just want to say, I appreciate you.
Am really glad I am part of the family.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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