Tamim's birthday
7.30. Heard my mom's voice. She said "I'm buying some food." I could hear the main door closing downstairs.
The thought of drifting myself into the astral world lingered inside my head. Memory reminded me of an important meeting at 9.30. "Potential housemate (ph)" I mumbled. Freshened up and wore all white. I might as well dress to impress, don't want to give the wrong impression to ph. Besides it would be a nice sight for my cousins and aunties later at Tamim's birthday.
I was on my deodarant went mom came home. Kolomee, a nice start for a happy day. The whole family gathered at the same table like every Sunday morning when mom at home. My third brother came last and he was not in a good mood.
Everything went wrong. Father started his life lecture which I found very stressful. With all the conscience I had left, I forced myself to remain happy. Smiling to every negative remarks given. "You changed since you come back from UK". I changed? Of course I changed. I am a human after all. I recalled the exact phrase my business teacher told us two years ago "The only constant is change". There were lots of issues brought up and mostly centred around the family business.
He idolized my cousin more than he treasured his own children. I don't blamed him. Obedient children is what every sane parent dream off. It felt like years in the kitchen. My second brother was the first one to finish. He was about to leave when father said "Isa sit down". It was authoritative. A subtle indication that he was on the edge of his patience scale.
"But it's 8.15, Faris have his tuition in 15 minutes." His word contained truth. It was late. Usually both mom and dad would go hysterical but not today. The desire to continue with lecture was apparent. Dad was silent for a moment. His eyes were staring on the bowl in front of him.
"So, if I am about to give you an important talk you back out. All right, from today onwards I would let you kids do anything you want. Don't blamed me if something goes wrong with your life" He was looking at my third brother. I saw tears running down my mom's cheek. I am positive that another withrawal was made on my 'relationship' account. For every 10 deposits I made, 5 was unnecessarily removed.
The same old script. How I wished that they realized that their role over me as my parent had ended. I wanted them to be my friend. Someone I could shared my stories. But stories were not meant to be shared with parents. It had always been like that since ancient time.
There was a silent, then my second brother went out of the kitchen followed by my third brother. I dash myself out of the kitchen to saved myself from further verbal 'torture'. I applied benzoyl peroxide onto my face. Blemishes. How I wished there was a way to remove them without the need of going for a laser surgery.
I calculated the time required to travel to Yani's house. 10 minutes. 8.40. I went to my car and ignited the engine to life and went up again to apply my Loreal Men White Activ. Mom was in the toilet, said my byes and went straight to my car. I didn't bothered to bid my father. I knew we were not in good terms at this moment. A time alone should give him ample time to structure his thoughts.
It took less than estimated to reach Yani's house. The traffic wasn't so bad, only a few cars rolling on the road.
That's my grandma and beside her is my aunty, Udamun.
Inside the house, I decided to take this photo.
I was sitting with the kids when I saw this cool iron man stuff. I decided to wear it and be the 'kid'.
I was so jobless. I browsed through this cool book.
A pop up book. I used to love this kind of book when I was a kid. Lets see what's inside.
Then the next page
Jobless. Truly jobless. I edited videos taken during the gathering. Haven't got the time to upload it. But I doubt people watched it except my relatives. I did a nice job for an hour hantam editing. *Pat myself* Hei, who else gonna praise me but myself?
It had been 5 days since the last time you're online. So many things to tell you.
Have a nice day and Happy Ramadan to all.
The thought of drifting myself into the astral world lingered inside my head. Memory reminded me of an important meeting at 9.30. "Potential housemate (ph)" I mumbled. Freshened up and wore all white. I might as well dress to impress, don't want to give the wrong impression to ph. Besides it would be a nice sight for my cousins and aunties later at Tamim's birthday.
I was on my deodarant went mom came home. Kolomee, a nice start for a happy day. The whole family gathered at the same table like every Sunday morning when mom at home. My third brother came last and he was not in a good mood.
Everything went wrong. Father started his life lecture which I found very stressful. With all the conscience I had left, I forced myself to remain happy. Smiling to every negative remarks given. "You changed since you come back from UK". I changed? Of course I changed. I am a human after all. I recalled the exact phrase my business teacher told us two years ago "The only constant is change". There were lots of issues brought up and mostly centred around the family business.
He idolized my cousin more than he treasured his own children. I don't blamed him. Obedient children is what every sane parent dream off. It felt like years in the kitchen. My second brother was the first one to finish. He was about to leave when father said "Isa sit down". It was authoritative. A subtle indication that he was on the edge of his patience scale.
"But it's 8.15, Faris have his tuition in 15 minutes." His word contained truth. It was late. Usually both mom and dad would go hysterical but not today. The desire to continue with lecture was apparent. Dad was silent for a moment. His eyes were staring on the bowl in front of him.
"So, if I am about to give you an important talk you back out. All right, from today onwards I would let you kids do anything you want. Don't blamed me if something goes wrong with your life" He was looking at my third brother. I saw tears running down my mom's cheek. I am positive that another withrawal was made on my 'relationship' account. For every 10 deposits I made, 5 was unnecessarily removed.
The same old script. How I wished that they realized that their role over me as my parent had ended. I wanted them to be my friend. Someone I could shared my stories. But stories were not meant to be shared with parents. It had always been like that since ancient time.
There was a silent, then my second brother went out of the kitchen followed by my third brother. I dash myself out of the kitchen to saved myself from further verbal 'torture'. I applied benzoyl peroxide onto my face. Blemishes. How I wished there was a way to remove them without the need of going for a laser surgery.
I calculated the time required to travel to Yani's house. 10 minutes. 8.40. I went to my car and ignited the engine to life and went up again to apply my Loreal Men White Activ. Mom was in the toilet, said my byes and went straight to my car. I didn't bothered to bid my father. I knew we were not in good terms at this moment. A time alone should give him ample time to structure his thoughts.
It took less than estimated to reach Yani's house. The traffic wasn't so bad, only a few cars rolling on the road.
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Thats the birthday boy. 6 years old. Looking at him reminded me of me when I was his age.Oh my Lord, I never thought that writing in the form of first person narrative this difficult. I believed my style was not purely narrative. I was trying to write something you see in novels. But am not sure if above is even a narrative......oh why bother the details. So we went to Yayasan and met up with Munawwir and Kash. Lovely people, funny for the lack of better words. Thank you for the treat Nawwir, I make it up to you in Birmingham. *wink*
Arrived home at 12 something and went out again at 12.45. Thank Allah that my brother drove. I was on my subliminal mp3 throughout the trip. I snapped some photo from the party using the Ennyah Video/Camera.
Arrived home at 12 something and went out again at 12.45. Thank Allah that my brother drove. I was on my subliminal mp3 throughout the trip. I snapped some photo from the party using the Ennyah Video/Camera.
That's my grandma and beside her is my aunty, Udamun.
Inside the house, I decided to take this photo.
Not so pretty right now wait until they reach young adulthood I am positive you guys go crazy over them.
I was sitting with the kids when I saw this cool iron man stuff. I decided to wear it and be the 'kid'.
I was so jobless. I browsed through this cool book.
A pop up book. I used to love this kind of book when I was a kid. Lets see what's inside.
Then the next page
Jobless. Truly jobless. I edited videos taken during the gathering. Haven't got the time to upload it. But I doubt people watched it except my relatives. I did a nice job for an hour hantam editing. *Pat myself* Hei, who else gonna praise me but myself?
It had been 5 days since the last time you're online. So many things to tell you.
Have a nice day and Happy Ramadan to all.
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