Story-telling time!

Let me tell you a story about myself. Or rather, a story about my family and I.

My family and I, or should I just say my family, we are a group of people who live under one roof. Literally, yes, under one roof. You know when you're in Form 2 in 2004 and you're studying a subject caled Commerce or Commercial Studies you learn about the types of shops that are existent. One type is the supermarket. An advantage of supermarkets is that you can shop for just about anything under one roof. Same with my family, under one roof. The difference is just that we live under one roof, unlike supermarkets, they sell a lot of things under one roof.

We've got a leaking roof, by the way.

Done with roofs, I shall continue with what I have intended to type out here.

I'm quite sure many families (lone individuals don't fit here I believe) are quite familiar with the term 'family portrait' or 'family picture' or 'family image' or 'family collection of a few million pixels arranged so that you and your family that have been posing for a picture will appear in that collection of the few million pixels'. Whatever.

So, I have to admit, apart from Eid or Raya we haven't had any photo shoots for a family portrait. Ever. Except for one. It was very amatuerly taken. With a digital camera of less than 10 megapixels. By a person who might not have taken more than 20 shots from cameras in their whole life. Maybe.

Well, this family portrait of ours was very spontaneous. The story is as follows:

One of my little siblings had to do a project on something like My Family or something like that and their teacher told them to get a family portait. But as you can see, we never had any portaits back then, not even the Eid or Raya potraits I think (Our extended family only recently adopted the tradition of having family portraits during Eid or Raya). The family portrait was needed urgently I guess, that's why I was being waken up at 6.40 in the morning when I slept very late the night before. Just for the family portrait. I take big steps to sacrifice for my family, you know. I agree to wake up very early. I agree to not yell out loud because my comfortable sleep had been disrupted and whatnot. Just for one picture. Of my family and I. So I was told to wake up for the family portrait that early because that was the only time of the day that everyone was available for posing in front of a camera of a few million megapixels.

Okay so there I was, wearing an Arsenal away jersey and I didn't get time to wash my face because I think the other people had to leave early for work and school and whatnot. Just so you know, I didn't have to go anywhere that day because it was still the O levels holidays. And I had to wear a cap because my hair looked like a Trojan soldier armed to the teeth ready to invade the city of Troy. Or was it the other way around I don't know don't ask me I've forgotten history. I'm looking up Wikipedia right now to see whether I'm right or wrong but nevertheless I'm too busy doing this post so I can't read that long page that much so I'll just leave things the way they currently are. And I still don't know if I'm right or wrong.

My father was in his working clothes, my mother was covered up as usual, and my other siblings were in their school uniforms, smiles on their faces because they're ready to go to school to learn some stuff they have to learn.

Picture-taking time! also known as Photo-shoot! (by the Posh Language Dictionary) or Photoshoot! if you liked it.

I think the final outcome was around a few degrees tilted anticlockwise from the horizontal. But that was okay. Because that's sufficient enough for my little sibling's little project that required a little family portrait that would be okay if it was a little tilted.

End of story. Bye!