I want to share with all of you, this small number of siblings i have. there is a lot of stories about us, and by writing about us in this blog wouldnt be enough for me to express my feelings about them.
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| from left : oboy the oldest son, ijit the youngest daughter, adi the youngest son, sis the oldest daughter and the oldest between us. |
Before we moved into our new place, that was like 8 years ago, we live in a small house (basically it got 1 room and a big living room but the kitchen is attached to it). we dont have any neighbours, we only have the 4 of us, we played together, we cried together, and basically we only have the 4 of us experimenting childhood lives away from any other children that is in our age. we live there for almost 10 years, until our parents got us a small piece of land and build a home there and our live started to change. back then, my sister was 15, im 13, boy 10 and adi 9. i wish one day i can go back to the old place and laugh about all of the stupid things we've done back then. unluckily the place got burnt down and nothings left except for the concrete walls. there goes the house that we lived in it for almost 10 years, there goes the store that my late grandmother use to brew her special drink, local sabahan call it as " montoku " "tapai" or whatever. she's very good at it. but now she's gone, even before she passed her special recipe to us. i really miss her.
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| we're teasing the sister, oh, and that is my cousin who took the picture. |
When we moved to our new place, everything changed around us. we used to have no neighbors at all, but now there were so many houses, and so many people that we never met before. everyday my sister and i would join the girls group, walk around the village and we make new friends everyday. thats when i meet him, we would meet each other everyday and so on... (im not blogging about him). yeah, everything feels great when it still new, but when day turned to months, some freakishly annoying attitude started to show up. our siblings came from an isolated neighborhood, and we take care of each other. so when other people started to pick up fight with the 4 of us just because we dont fit in into their group or we dont do things the way they wanted to, or just because we are the new kids, we stand for each other. so what if the other children din want to talk to us? we still have each other. i remember one day when one of the girl tried to bully my brother, i snapped her back and we didnt talk for years now. kinda childish but i really dont care.
Time passes us all so quickly. my sister got herself a secured job in the government and is marrying a wonderful guy next year, boy and me applied for health inspector job, we passed the interview and both of us still in our training right now. while adi, the youngest among us is sitting for his spm this year. we want him to pursue his study as high as he can go, so that through him our dreams too can be fulfilled. now all thats left in the house is my parents, going through each day just by the two of them. i called them constantly, my sister too visits them every month. during holidays we would all go back to the house again, and enjoy talking to each other, we would talk about everything. from our routines everyday, the studies, mom and dad, sister's upcoming wedding, musics (since the three of us share the same passion for music), and we would tease and laugh at everybody. when the night comes, we would all sit at the living room, watch tv, my father would smoke his cigar, drink his coffee and mother would just lay on the mattress, sleeping. and when the program ends, my father would wake my mother up and tell her to go to bed, and the 4 of us would go back to our bed and sleep.
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| sis, boy and adi. they mms me this pic last semester. |
Sometimes we would fight among ourselves, my sister and i fought once when im still in uitm. that is the worst, i dont ever want to go through it again because we didnt talk for months, and when she called me it feels awkward. i dont like it. i fought once with my little brother adi, once. but before i went back to kl, i hugged him and his eyes watered. i never saw my two brothers fighting, because the oldest one would always give in to the youngest one, just like my sister would always give in to me. when we attended church on sundays, we would all sit together, thats when my mother would always keep her eyes on us because we dont concentrate during mass, especially when there are 4 of us sitting together (god forgive us). when we attend any wedding ceremonies, 4 of us would also sit together, until the two brothers saw their friends and started drinking. my sister and i would sit next to my mother and wait until my father decides to go home. when anybody started to offer us drinks, my mother and my sister would simply resist, so whats left is me and i have to drink it.but nevermind, its normal for girls to drink and get drunk in my community. i guess it runs in the family..:)
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| little cuzzies and me. |
Well, i cant imagine how things would be when one of us is gone, because nothing lasts forever, so do us. all that we can do is just enjoy the ride, so when the time comes, we dont have anything to regret for. i love my family.
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