My parents are the most wonderful people in this whole wide world. They guide me on how to walk, talk, eat, laugh, be a good person, a girl who knows how to do housework.

My dad was a ex offender. I ain't ashame, i ain't mad at him. I don't know what happened, till now. But i guess, it doesn't matter anymore. To people out there, you may think that i have a gangster dad, or whatsoever. I won't deny, i will admit it. But at least, he is the only man who won't lie to me about loving me, teaching me the right things, always there when i need serious scoldings, the only man who really love me.

My mom is a strong woman. I truely admire her attitude towards my family, her mother in law, her husband, her 3 annoying and naughty kids, her life. Its really tough on her, i know. But i can't do anything. I seldom see her cry, cause when she does, i will cry too. I don't know why. I remember, when i was young, i will always have the fear of losing her.

I know both of them wants the best for me, yes, nothing but the best in my life. Sending me to school, teaching me the art of buddhism, telling me whats right and wrong. Sometimes i don't like them for disagreeing with what i says, i dislike it when they say mean stuffs about malay people.

I guess, my parents are unique in some ways. HAHAHA.