TV Trends

During the previous semester break, my big sister came home and kept chit chatting about this funny reality TV show and a singing award or something like that which me and Mom don’t quite understand – we didn’t watch them! Well, Mom did have seen one of the shows but not entirely (she let the cat watched it and she continued her daily home-cleaning job).

In Malaysia, TV obsession is almost as huge as smart phones addiction. Most families here love to have more choices of channels on their television screen – that’s why ASTRO is well-recognized by everyone. However my family is not into television so much, so Mom has never installed ASTRO in our home. Since I was a kid, we as a family only watch TV shows during certain times and on certain channels. Mom only watches TV when she has nothing to do which is really rare, and when there’s a good TV show on air, while Daddy simply watches football matches and some other sports. My sis…she’s unpredictable. She can watch just about anything. I love to watch anime – that has been dubbed into Malay and Chinese (when I was younger), English shows and superheroes cartoons, and sometimes channels that aired Japanese TV series.

Most of my schoolmates didn’t believe me when I told them we have no ASTRO set at home; even the teachers thought I was making jokes. Until now, it’s still weird for my friends to know I’m not an ASTRO customer. Mom taught us to read more; I think it’s normal when you have an excellent educator as your mother. We are not prohibited from watching TV but there’s a limit. 

As we grow up we know how to choose what we want to watch wisely. When my friends talk about a Malay drama series inspired from some POP genre novels, I just go “what?” because obviously I don’t watch that kind of TV show. I don’t need to watch to know the ending. Most Malay movies and TV series aren’t watch-worthy, no offense. I’m not saying all of them but MOST of them. 

I am indeed picky on what I should read and watch as the saying goes; the things you love (hobbies and interests) define the way you think. 

P/s: Actually I just happened to watch Futurama animation and one of the episodes suddenly lighten up my thinking bulb to write about this story. I really like some of the words the characters are saying and I quoted these for you (and again, no offense): 

“But that’s not why people watch TV ! Clever things make people feel stupid, & unexpected things make them feel scared. 

See? TV audience don’t want anything original. They wanna see the same thing they’ve seen thousands times before. “

 – Fry (Futurama Season 1) –

Hahaa, well said. See you in the next post!

Haha to Bentō

When I was younger; in about 7 to 17 years old, Mom used to prepare lunch box for me and sometimes for my sister. My sister didn't like the routine so much and I was left as the only one who still bringing home-made food to school. Some of my friends thought I was lucky and some said it was weird. I didn't really care much as I know how unhealthy the canteen’s foods are. And most of them can't even pleased my need for proper hygiene in foods.

Nowadays in my campus life I still love lunch box. Mom knew her daughter well so almost every time she gives me a visit she would bring along home-made meals for me. So does my sister. Well, when you’re far away from home you’ll sure miss mommy’s cooking. Even my sister couldn't deny it.

As I grew up, I just happened to love making lunch box for myself as well. It is still uncommon for Malaysian citizens to see anybody bringing their home-made lunch. Thus whenever I bring my lunch box to the café people stare at me like there is a lion escaped from the goddamn zoo.  I swear to God their glares are really scary. Oh, I have a story on the topic of staring! Mind if I share it with you?

"Once, there was a fellow student (my classmate said he is our senior) suddenly walked straight to me and stared at the food I was holding – very closely! Then he left. I’ll tell you, it was totally disturbing. I got traumatized for a while because of that particular incident. I only ate sandwiches during the staring moment, what’s so bizarre about the typical edible stuffs?! – The End –"

Preparing my own lunch box reminds me of Mom; how she loves to make sure we eat properly. Mom said she’s not a good cook unlike other mothers but the foods are good enough for me. Mom doesn't put MSG in her cooking. Plus, her vegetables dishes are always fresh and still crunchy. 

To me, Mom’s cooking is a symbol of her love and care for her daughters. It is the taste that I always miss when I’m away from home.

Fashion and Fluffy

This may seems boring but still, here you go; another photo album of our home kitties. With ribbons collars and pet clothes. XD

I want this pink dress too !

Fluffy kitty with price tag.

No pictures, please.

Why did this happened to me...

I hate you for making me wear this.

Capture my good side!

Mom's choices of cats' clothes....

Kitties with styles !

New collars with pink ribbons on them

The Dreams and Nightmares

       Weeks ago was my 22^nd birthday and not to mention Mothers’ Day. As always, Mom brought me a cake and gifts just like every past years. And this time, elder sis also took part in celebrating my small birthday bash; she brought along a Cars’s balloon and Big Apple doughnuts with her plus some little presents she bought earlier.  Although Daddy didn't come, he had already handed over his presents to Mom.

As I grew up and entered university, my birthday celebration became simpler. I don’t really mind – what matters the most is actually realizing how many people appreciate my existence when they throw a little festivity and wish me Happy Birthday. My friends and the special fella even cook simple meals, bought a cake and gave me birthday gifts a day before my real birthdate so that Mom could spend more times with me on the very next day.

I’m now a 22 years old young adult!  〜(￣▽￣〜)   Well….It’s not really exciting about having my ages increase year by year yet I’m grateful for the fact that I’m able to keep breathing till this day. That brings me back to all those days when I experience the best moments of my life and also the awaken nightmares. I love my pasts no matter how cruel they might seemed. ‘Coz without them, I’ll never get to learn new stuffs and I might have not become myself.

To me, life is originally black and white; it depends on us to paint it differently, or else it will just be a mixture of grey. Thank you everyone for all of your contribution in the process of filling the colours onto my canvas. I’m sure the final view of my life’s painting would appear absolutely incredible as I hope it will be. Thank you again~!  ＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／*:･ﾟ✧

P/S: I'd like to share some photos from my birthday but I don't have any....so I took photos of the cakes and gifts and....here you are (^__^)/

Patrick Star, Gaara key-chain and Cars
balloon from elder sis 

Ciel's figurine nendoroid set from my man

Healthy snacks, bathroom scale from Mom and Dad

Little Brazilian tortoises from Sis and Mom

This turtle's tank was not included, I bought it myself

Chocolate latte cake from my man + friends

Cheese vanilla cake from Mom - it's super yummy!

Nicknames for . . . ?

     

      There are some sorts of people who might have the tendency of doing something weird . For me and the other two Lailas ; which are Mom & elder sis , we are really affectionate to naming our favorite objects (including animals but animals are obviously not an object & usually have names anyway) especially our cars . Well , for me it’s not just my car but I also named all of my favorite Kuma Kuma toy series that I collected since I was a kid , and I named my dolls , my mobile phones , laptops and anything that I thought ; “it would be very nice if they have a name” .

You see , most of the times I like to treat my beloved things as my pets ; a non-living one . Perhaps this kind of behavior comes from my mom . She has a very deep feeling to each one of her cars , and sometimes ; home and plants . She talks to her cars like they’re her cats and cries a lot when she have to sell one or trade in it with the other new car . It does sound funny , and it is super hilarious in reality but it’s one of the cutest facts about my mom .

I don’t know much about the first two cars Mom bought because I was too little to remember or even care about those pint-sized things . When I was in primary school , I met mom’s third car – I think; a pitch black Proton (I can’t really summon up if it’s Saga or any other Proton’s products but I do recall it was a box-like car) after she trade in her maroon Perodua Kancil – and she cried so hard like a heavy rain with thunderstorm as she had to leave the petite car . Mom called it ‘Hitam’ which means ‘black’ in Malay .

After I went to further my study in diploma , Mom made a surprise by showing her new car – when she came to give me a visit , a white Proton Saga which was quite famous throughout that year . It was more round-in-shape . Mom called it ‘Putih’ (white) , but then we decided to call it Shiro ; which also means white but in Japanese , and of course it is the name of Shin Chan’s puppy .

Shiro stayed with us for 3 or 4 years I think but then after a few unexpected occurrences ; Mom sold it to her sister and she brought home a dark green Honda City . It is a classic one but still in a good condition . Well not fully ; there are some problems we had to fix . For this ancient beauty , Mom decided to call it Adudu .

For your information , Adudu is a fictional character from the famous Malaysian cartoon ; Boboiboy . He is the main antagonist and he is green . Yes , you heard right . He is a green alien . I don’t know much about the character or the cartoon itself – as I’m not that interested to watch it anyway . . . but once again , Mom is weird and she loves the show . She watches the local animation together with my little cousins and sometimes by herself .

Mom’s already 48 years old this year . Despite how she looks and what age she’s getting into ; she will always acts like a funny innocent youngster . Her cheerful faces occasionally make us forget that she’s a cancer patient . Plus , her childish behavior did affects us ; her daughters . We became playful too but only when we’re with her and particular groups of people .

These behaviors of naming object , watching cartoons , talking to things, etc. ; they are a collection of good memories that Mom leaves for us to be remembered . It is undeniable that we grew up differently from some other kids but we have what they might not own . When I was a kid, I cursed myself for the dissimilarities of  my life compared to my friends . Now I can’t feel grateful enough. If The Almighty didn't write my whole story in this way ; I wouldn't be me . I would never see how a woman could be stronger than anyone’s expectation in a female race . Mom showed the magic tricks to me . God opened my eyes for me to see it clearly , in a method that only I could understand .

P/S: Happy belated birthday, Mom. 

Art or No Art

Phew . . . it’s been so long since the last time I logged in to post anything new .  Well hello again ~ . 

I’m gonna prevent from writing an extended essay as much as it might bored whoever happens to take a peek on this blog , anddd here we go . . . what I wanna share with you today is a common occasion in my life or even yours. When normal people usually have their younger siblings’ or cousins’ “masterpieces” in their books or sketches , I’ve got a little bit of something that’s different from them .

I present to you ; some of my mom’s greatest artworks ~ ! *applause*

The Ayam Family

A full "portrait" of me and my el' sister

Poo Family

The Gold Digger

Birthday Wishes And Mother's Love

  

Special Days

    So . . . here comes my birthday again . . . I'm 21 this year, and only 6 days late from the General Election 13 . Like always , mom would be the first to feel excited about buying cakes and balloons for the special day . Daddy would sometimes mistaken the actual date of my birthday , so does mom's & other person's birthdays . He's 60 , it's surprising enough if he could remember one's name correctly . 

       During the entire night of May 10th , after replying friends' and family's wishes on Facebook , I started to day-dream once in a while , and thinking how the hell I didn't realized I'm a grown-up already , I'm an adult teenager! Well , not so 'adult'. 

My birthday usually close to Mothers' Day event , and when I was a child , my family used to celebrate both occasions on the same day but of course , with different cakes . I got my own cake with cartoons on it . 

When I grew up to be a young teenager , I was still getting gifts and cakes from mom although in that phase I was quite rebellious . Actually until now, I always got into a fight with mom . It ain't no lie I'm a little stubborn , and sometimes I thought mom's opinion is wrong , she never understands my words or my needs . I put all the blames on her .

However , after the fight and the sulking part , my anger would turned into tears . And I would simply fell asleep . Then I would began to memorize my bad behaviors and how stupid I was , not able to think straight and control my emotions . How comes mom never understands my words and my needs when she's the one who always listened to me when I was a baby , the one who didn't manage to take care of herself while busy taking care of me , the one I search the entire house if I need something , the one who would be the first to know if I got As in my exam ; sharing happiness , the only one I turned to when I'm sad or in troubles ?

I still remember my childhood and the past few years' memories clearly . I remember how mom divided her times between her career and children . She always be there for both of us ; me and my sister . 

Whenever each of us fell sick at school , she would left her workplace just like that just to make sure we're fine . She spent times to send and pick us up from school , no matter how busy she was . She reads us stories and fairy tales every night before bedtimes and sometimes I would took her place ; telling weird stories I made up . She stayed up all night , accompanying me or my sister finishing our homeworks . Sometimes she would prepared lunch box for me ( and even for my classmates ) when I told her I have extra classes for the big exams . When she had to leave us for a few days , she would put boxes of foods she cooked into the refrigerator so that we won't be starving waiting for her to come home .  

As I grew up and make friends , I realized how lucky I am . Although my childhood is a little bit different from other kids ; mom makes it special to me . Other kids at my age typically grew up to be someone who thinks friends are better than family . And I'm not that kind of person .

 I stand up nowadays as a young lady who represent a part of my mom , each day I become more like her and I couldn't be prouder . No one could ever imagine how hard I struggle to live without a father's love before Daddy came to my life , but I always forgot , I already had a dad which is actually my mom , who's way more intelligent than most dads . She's strong and a fighter , that is what I'm going to be . 

My birthday is not all about me , it's 99% about you , mom . Sometimes you're a magician and most of the times you're a superwoman aka supermom . Thank you for giving birth to me , taking care of me , and all the things you have done for me andddd happy birthday to me ~ !

Extraordinary Ibu Bunga Matahari

One of the scenes from my animation about a supermom

Every single time anyone sees me with my mom - especially mom's friends, one common plus very popular statement comes out from their mouth; automatically. Of course the statement will be said after they have ensure if I was mom's sister or daughter. "OMG! She's really represents you!" And . . . . there it goes again . . .  the what my mom called 'muka fotostat' issue.

 Although I usually would yelled hysterically and pretend to be angry about it, I actually proud of the title 'Mommy's Clone'. Why should I be upset about having my mother's face and almost all (owh yeah that's right) her behaviors or actions. There is no definite reason to deny I am her daughter. Not to mention she is a very successful woman. 

Other kids at my age do not have the chance to see their mothers received any awards, or being respected by the others; especially by their own friends who set up a dream to be just like her. Even my cousin wanted to be like my mom. My friends? A lot of them. How incredible the influences my mom gave them. 

She was only a tiny girl before , from a very very poor family - very ; compared to the TV3 Bersamamu's family. But she got a strong will  which I thought she inherited it from my grandmother. She went through a horrible break-up, problems never stop chasing her til now but she also never give up and show me how strong a woman can be. 

She show me the perfect smile of a mother, and hiding a full of 'plastered' heart inside her. Mom, I might be a little useless at some times, I complaint a lot and I can not imagine how many troubles were caused by me.

But whatever I did in the past that hurt you were those things I regret. The word "ibu" means a lot to me. It means "my world". And I proud to be your little daughter.