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        Dad got home from the mosque, opened the door and greeted with an enthusiastic "Hiii!" which he replied "Assalamualaikum." sarcastically, of course. But I didn't back down, I reply "Hiii!" once again with the same kind of enthusiasm to which dad being dad, got into his sermon mode which goes like "Penat-penat aku ajar kau bagi salam. Kau HI kan aku." By that time I was grinning like crazy on the verge of HA HA HA.       Then he continues "...kau ni sama macam kakak kau." And sure enough, he was referring to our HI thingy. Not that she(I) dislike giving out Salam(s) but that just how things work; to show dad that he's love. She does gave out enthusiastic kind of HIs to him when he came back (when she was home). And I guess, now I am too.       It kinda reminds me of our childhood. Which pretty much can be summed up by the photo below. Source: 9gag.com             This was (still is...

2013 is The year I had been disrespected upon. The year the thrill of making new friends is lost. The year I've been humiliated in front of people. The year I've been misjudged. The year I was laughing one moment then cry the next. The year that being the person that I am is unacceptable. The year a trusted 'friend' used my deepest darkest moment against myself. The year I know that not everyone is a friend. It stings but despite all that, 2013 is also The year 2 cuteness-overload-persons officially are a part of Hisham's in May and in November. The year I realised that my mom will always be my knight in shining armor. The year kakak asked "Sedih eh jadi anak bongsu? Takde sape eh nak dengar cerite awak?" and hugged me long time and be there for me like she never did before. The year I watched a beautifully written movie with dear brother and sister-in-law; he cried during the movie and so did I. The year I learn tha...

      Do you know, today, 29th November, is the day Thomas Edison successfully invented a gramophone?   He shouted "Mary had a little lamb!"   This reminds me of dad this one time.         Dad were trying to fix our old microphone, and at the time mom and sister kept on singing the verse of "Bilaaa, yang tertulis untukku." from the song of Kenangan Terindah by Samson which when on and on for weeks. So when dad want to test the 'workness' of the microphone, he too sang the verse of "Bilaaa, yang tertulis..." Shook the microphone a few times and try again "Bilaaa...". The microphone worked! Dad and I were very much delighted.         But after the "Bilaaa..." poof, the microphone went dead once again. And this time, for good. Dad's face that moment was really cute; a mix of disappointment and triumph that only could be seen in the face of a child.          May Allah bless you, ...

      Class canceled. Oops, classes canceled. Too many canceled classes.       If only mother provide me with a car, I'll be zooming to her every day. Ah, that would be awesome to day dream about.       Have to finish up the project for le sister's wedding by this wednesday and I haven't have a clue on what to do! I know, groan!       Been really hard to fall asleep early these day. I blame you, lappy. Many goodies (read: TV shows, sitcoms, movies, pictures etc) inside you. Gonna go back to old bedtime routine of unwind sooner.       Have a blessed day, readers!

      I've always known since I was a kid that writing is my passion. And alhamdulillah, my beautiful, knowing mother of mine knows that and keep pushing me to write (or wrote since it's been decades).       I still remember my very own first short story when I was about 11 years old. It's about a kitten named Ginger Snap who is lost in the big weird world where some people treat her good while one or two makes it hell and how she survived. My mother loved it so much that she printed it and showed it to her colleagues and keep on talking about my so called masterpiece up until now. At the time, I took the courage to send it to my school's yearbook editor. It wasn't that good for me personally but with that kind of enthusiasm from your mother, how could you just not try?       At the end of the year, I flipped through the yearbook eagerly but was devastated to not to see my karya  in it. It felt horrible. My mother knew how much it m...