chill nak join LITTLE FINGERS CONTEST
tarikh tutup pada 4 januari 2011
nak tahu syarat, terjahlah blog Little Fingers okay
dengan ini chill mempertaruhkan cerita di bawah:
gambar kat atas tu merupakan gambar chill masa umur setahun kot. masa ni chill pun tak tahu kat mana sebenarnya berada. macam kat atas bukit je kan..hehe..kereta warna biru kat belakang tu merupakan kereta lama kitaorang..sekarang dah takda lagi..sedih rasa..kalau nampak lelaki yang teguk air tu, itulah arwah abah chill..
memoir yang tak boleh dilupakan:
When I was 8 years old, I need to follow my mother to the shop everyday because all my siblings go to school in the morning. I have to wake up early morning then my father will sent us to the shop. Everyday I will do my routine in the shop like sweep the floor, rearrange the newspaper and wipe the ice-cream box. Almost everyday I will eat ice-cream, junk fruit, and even chocolate. I feel happy at that time because I can help my mother at shop even though girl at my age was stay at home and play their Barbie doll. And then in 10am, I will go upstairs and buy some roti canai for me and my mother. In the afternoon, my father will pick up me and sent me to the school by motorcycle. I feel sympathy at him because he need to sent me at school and then go back to work almost every day but what can I do to help him.
On last 1998, my father was diagnosed as heart cancer. Since he was sick, my mother looks at him and take cares of him at Hospital Besar Kuala Lumpur. She has to commute everyday from home to hospital. She has to leave her children in home and from that time my brother and sister need to take care of me and my youngest brother. Even though my brother and sister was study at Uitm Shah Alam, they still take care of us because that is their responsible. I feel pity at my mother because she always looks tired almost everyday. Sometimes she needs to stay at hospital to take care of my father.
However, on 30th March 1999, my father was died at the age of 50. At that time I was 10 years old. I feel extremely sad because I still not get enough love from a person called father. I cried everyday like a crazy person. I also feel sympathy with my youngest brother because at that time he was 4 years old and still needs a father love. Start from that time I be more passive person whether in school or at home. I can’t accept that my father was died because for me sincerely he was the best father in the world and nobody can replace his place in my heart.
Moreover, I feel jealous with my friends who has father. They get what they want but for me I can’t because I think of my mother. She needs to raise her 6 children alone until now. After my father died, my mother suggests closing the stationery shop because she wants to keep in eye of her children. She is strong women and all things that happen in house was handled by her. She was my mother and also my father until the end. No one can be strong like her in this world.
nama ejekan saya dulu-dulu cilot..chill tak tahu kenapa diorang panggil nama tu. sebab chill tak pernah tanya pulak..bila dengar ada orang panggil chill dengan nama tu mesti chill geram. tapi nama tu hanya diketahui di kalangan keluarga je. kawan-kawan tak tahu menahu pun dengan nama tu..kalau tak, pastinya menjadi panggilan hangat..haha
kalau nama manja, family chill panggil adik. sebab dulu ingatkan chill anak yang last. tup tup mak mengandung lagi masa umur chill 5 tahun. so jarak antara chill dengan adik 6 tahun. disebabkan dah terbiasa panggil adik, so sampai sekarang pun diorang panggil adik jugak.
kalau nak tahu, bukan family je yang panggil adik, taip kawan-kawan pun macam tu. diorang panggil adik sebab chill yang paling kecik di kalangan semua kawan-kawan satu kelas. so diorang panggil lah adik. terasa macam muda pulak kan..hehe