Hi everybody! My name is Ahmad Akmal!

Hello all.

My name is Ahmad Akmal and I am 3 years old. My uncle is Mukhlis.
I have two older brothers named Ahmad Mirza and Ahmad Adib.

Both of them are so playful to the point I cannot tolerate with them.
So that is why my mother keeps complaining that I always punch them in the face.

I love my uncle Mukhlis and I call him 'Achik'.

Sorry to have an entry here but I think this is my very early opportunity to tell the whole universe that I am going to rock the world one day.

I have not made up my mind yet what to be when I grow up.

Thanks for the bloggers and visitors who read my uncle's blog.

Bye.

Es Ee Tea Eye Aye

As the words depict, the whole picture that I am to figure is all about loyal and devotedness towards oneself or anything I do in my life.

I believe we all have one person in our entire world to have faith in.

"Matanya lirik2 selalu,
Mukanya manis2 ayu"

I like this song so much, I think this version leaves me with a deeper impact.

When we had this conversation, you smiled and nodded to me.

The reason why I put up 'Budu' (anchovies paste) picture here is to remind myself that you cook deliciously Thai dishes and this makes me love you even more.

The thing I found the most charming in you is your smile. Well, to support that, I need to bring up the evidence but here I would not be able to do so.

Besides, giving in to me, you also advised upon many crucial things I should be doing in my life.

The scene I remembered was when rain was pouring down outside, when we were at your apartment in Ampang just after I watched Yasmin Ahmad In memory in TV.

Me: Dear, one day, I will be like her. The one who opens up Malaysians mindbox.
Expose them to norms which they are not aware of.

E: I am sure you can be better than her.

Me: But dear, I need you with me here (while I am gesturing my hands to my chest)
to support me. I need you dear.

E: I will be here always here for you Muks.

Enough people saying about how love can ruin your future but they forget that without love we cannot survive. No matter how good looking and successful you are.

E smiled and smiled. I need you, more than you know.

Memories of scooter in Ampang

The first memory of me riding a vespa scooter was with my uncle in Penang.

All I remembered it was so interesting to find out that the parts of it were unique.

My second experience was when I was in Malaysia last summer. It was so sweet and to be honest it was a fantastic time I was with my beloved one.

The way we were holding hands I cannot forget. I decided to let the whole world to know how touching it was to me.

All this time I have been wanting to have someone I could dream of every night. God replied my prayer. He gave me you.

All this while, my hopes are fulfilled with your smiles and your acquaintance. We travelled from Ampang to your hotel and Kuala Lumpur city with your cute-but-cool scooter.

Others would see it in different way of appreciating those moments but for me, it means everything you could think of. I tried to contact you an hour ago.No answer. You might be busy.

Oh yes, I miss you a lot. To repeat, you are my everything. My housemate and I were talking about love and hopes a few minutes ago. We were saying how difficult love is without sacrifices. I told him I see you as an angel not because you are perfect in my eyes but you are you and that is what makes you are much more special.

I tried to write a poetry dedicated to you but my mind went blank. I believe by saying nothing my heart can be heard, can be seen even we are so far away apart.

I miss you. And your scooter too.

This is her, Kak Priya

This is Kak Priya, everyone. She is my cute and lovely sister who likes to stress out on everything even though she knows that she is doing things perfectly.

She is smart so that is why she has double degrees now. Ask her what degree she had.
What I know she is a beautifully imperfect sister of the year. And I love her.

Her spirits and advices keep me stronger. I believe one day she will be a perfect of her own dream job worker.

Happy Deepavali again to you...Hey, will see you tonight aight?

Happy Deepavali to Kak Priya and all Hindus

The festival of lights, as its name depicts the joyful celebration which will be in the air soon. To Kak Priya, my Indian sister, I love you sister and here, this entry is for you and other Hindu friends of mine.

One thing intrigues about Deepavali which also known as Diwali is the lights. The lanterns or the candles lit give an atmoshphere of heavenly. Besides, the sweets are enough to make me go sugar high.

Malaysia is full of miracles and uniqueness that we should not be taking for granted. It is a blessing God gives us to know each other and the celebrations we have.

This year Deepavali I am in United Kingdom and perhaps next year when my presence in Malaysia would make it much merrier.

HAPPY DEEPAVALI!