Things That Are Not Proper

Greetings. First of all, eid mubarak, people. Please do forgive my mistakes, and all the harsh words and everything in this blog that might not goes good through your senses. Yea I know it's soooo late but by the way. Better late than never, right?

I'd like to bow my head more and apologize if this writings of mine do nothing but bores you to death cause in my own case, I do bored. haha. Or are there ones that offense you so much? please forgive me for that too, sometimes my fingers type faster than my brain thinks. .....And sorry again for the excuses.

In this post, I intend to speak a certain thought, which in times has been swirling in my mind. Due to the rebellious age I'm in, I believe that this would be just a bull typing, so if you don't like it, I recommend you to just skip it.

You know, as a person get into other people, he creates new bonds, which should be taken care of. In any way that person willing to have. Some bonds requires more attention, and responsibilities. For example, you need to pay more attention to your family bond than to your friendship, although both are important to you. The responsibilities you have to bear are also different, whereas creating a family is much more complicated than meeting friends.

Family starts when a man and a woman promised to each other to be together sacredly, seriously, wholeheartedly. Hence, they are bound to the responsibility to take care and love each other. It is then by the will of God that this man and woman given tiny copy(ies) of them, their children. They are now parents, who now have another responsibility, to take care of their children. Even though the children might be troublesome, it's parents duty to pay attention to them, to be with them, to give them happiness to play with. To get this works, they need to work together.

So it is wrong to ignore each other. It is wrong to blame the children. It is wrong to lose trust on each other. It is wrong to say harsh thing, or worse, accuse each other. It is wrong to not listen to the children. It is wrong to let your emotion blew up. It is wrong to dominate the other person. It is wrong to put yourself above the other person, no matter how much 'happiness' you've brought home. It is wrong to not apologize. It is also wrong to ask for an apology, or moreover, beg for it. And it is an absolute mistake to drag everyone to feel guilty towards you --either direct or indirect--, or to make them, by your patience-destroying words, acknowledge your superiority.

You know parents, we admire you. From head to toe. We are your blood and your flesh, who can't exist without you. We did mistakes, yes, and we sorry for that. We know you've done great jobs, bringing the lights of the world home, and we deliberately grateful for that. Although we might not show... cause we thought our smile and laughter had told you. I don't know whether this would ring bad or what, but for God sake, you are grown-ups so please, can't you grasp the fact that the troubles come in this bond you create is the risk destined to you the second you agree to bear the bond?

...please, don't make us lose the affection towards you. we don't want it to be happening. and thanks for the money, if that's the matter.

and I'm not going to go against you or against the other.

...just want to share.

7 Reasons Why I Hate Going Out With Mom

1. She forces me to go out despite whatever condition I'm being in.

2. She enters every shops. I mean, each. Even the electrical devices booth while we are actually looking for some clothes.

3. She says, "Let's take a look at other places, this one ain't so good." The next second, she gets back to that very shop.

4. I have an obviously different taste with her, so it does take my patience in buying something when she's around. I mean, how could I take, say, a piece of clothes I really like when my Mom said that it's awfully bad?

5. She keeps doing the job during the day out. We can do multitasks, yes, but not when you're going out with family. You could simply stayed at home. Or office.

6. And the time problem again. It takes here more than half an hour to decide buying an item.

7. She always critisizes the way I'm wearing my outfits. Just please. I'm wearing clothes not for your enjoyment.

...but anyway, I do love going out with my Mom. For some other reasons.

The Lost of The Monsters

Bangun pagi hari ini dan menyadari ada yang hilang......... Nggak ada kartun anak-anak yang menghiasi layar kaca. Nggak ada celotehan dan bunyi langkah kaki anak-anak yang berlarian mengitari ruangan. Semuanya jadi terlalu.........sepi. wahaha. This was all because the three adorable monsters are having their holiday in my aunt's home far away there in Bogor. Without those three monsters, it feels like the speaker of my house is being turned off. I gotta admit this was a big loss and made me sense a little bit of, well maybe not little, missing.

So, maybe this is the time. Lass and lads, I'm proudly introduced...

The three monsters.

left to right: Faiz, Mili, Azka

Let me describe from the oldest to the youngest.

1. Afla Azka Alia (Azka)

As you can see at the picture, she's the one with a bit slanted eyes and straight brownish hair. The picture doesn't tell that she has rabbit-like front teeth. Her bad habit, sucking her thumbs, caused this. In her playing with her younger siblings, she acted as their boss, sometimes sounded too old for her age. Oh and she had some experiences with the doctors' needles. These needles I'm talking about are the real needles, you know, not for injection but for sewing the skin, or scalp. She got her head and also the upper side of her left eye bleed when she was little. At first I dislike her born, from the so-called envy feeling since I was no longer the youngest. But that feeling gradually disappeared, fortunately haha.

Unlike me, she has some gifts at drawing. For an almost nine-years-old kid, which she will be on July 23rd, she had her way with all sorts of drawing tools,

from coloured pencils to acrylic paint. She had drawn on canvas too. I'm totally beated. Shapes and colours are so not me, after all.

2. Faiz Faruqi Fadhillah (Faiz)

I'm not wrong if I said this guy is the most monstrous of the three. He was the main source of all noises in our home. Turned to 7 years old last June 6th, he had grown far above his average friends. His hands are as big as mine! His punches and kicks do hurt. He has bad tempered and so he was easily annoyed buy anything. Mom still considering of letting him to a karate class or sort of. Just beware.

3. Kamilia Silmi Fariha (Mili)

The youngest of the three, and my favorite. I know it was unfair to treat one of your younger siblings differently, but it can't be helped. She's the kindest, and the most frail. She's being bullied sometimes by the other two haha but everytime she's going to buy things, she spends more for her elder brother and sister than for herself. She inherited my mother's kindness perfectly.

Back then when she was still few weeks old, an accident happen in my house. An enormous bang occured in my kitchen, happened from the leakage of the gas, while she was sleeping in a room right next to the kitchen. The bang had even flown the airconditioner, it was a miracle it didn't hit her. She slept right under the air conditioner. From then on, her motoric growth slowed down. She didn't talk or move much. We brought her to a therapist, and thanks to her, here we gifted with a chatty girl here.

isn't she adorable? :P

now I'm going to enjoy the rare peace and quiet,

be seeing you soon!

Hatred

I really hate to say this, but dear big brother, I really hate you.

I know that blood is thicker than water, but whatever, you've dried all my patience. I hate it when you leave home, but I dislike it either when you stay. Why, because all you do is make a mess, not only in the house's rooms or wherever, but also in my very mind, and soul. You've broken all my imagination of a helping and protecting brother. Worst, I can't even see you as my brother. Anymore.

Oh God please forgive me.