16th b'day
Cool birthday I had this year. It's pretty special. I guess there's a lot to write so I'll just go straight to the point.
I wasn't actually looking forward to it. I was more keen for yesterday to end. I need some time off from school. Pressure is escalating and my stubborn brain refuses to work. Even though I was feeling tired on Wednesday, I was feeling upbeat inside me.
Oh yar...before I forget, I just met my goal on my last PE session and that is to run below 10 mins. I've been feeling kind of stressed lately and when it came to running I became 'high'. I was so pressured I didn't spare a thought on pacing. I just kept on running. The more exhausted I am, the more relieve I get from stress. Even the day before when it was during moring run, I gave it all out. Because I felt like killing myself and the closest I can get is to run like there's no tomorrow.
On the day of my b'day, I had this irritating my voice inside my head which kept reminding me of that rather special day. It nearly drove me crazy because then I couldn't concentrate in class. Arghh..stupid voice. Luckily it wasn't one of my PMS days. If not I would have torn myself apart. It was a weird day too because my feelings were fluctuating like the lifeline on the CRO. It was kind of a funy feeling. But it was a rather good end for the day even though it was simple. Simple but sweet.
Alvin called me some days before my b'day. Asked me when's my b'day and what I would like as a present. I was like kind of surprised. I mean how did he get the idea that my b'day was coming? So it was very likely that someone from my class had at least told him about it because I think only some of my classmates know about my birthday. Then after pressing me for quite a while, he enquired on which is my favourite soccer team. So I just said Real Madrid. Then that was all. In my mind I've already formed a possibility that he and some of my classmates had become an ''alliance''. So when I received the gift from my friends, which is a Real Madrid training tee, I almost confirmed my theory so later after that I asked Haikal about it and he negate it. And in the card also, there wasn't Alvin's name. So now there's like question marks. Hmm..I shall ask Alvin myself then. And thanks guys for the tee. It was a nice one. You people even got the colour combination right. Oh yar...to the person who wrapped it, unique way of wrapping. Didn't thought of it. Nevertheless, I don't think you can surpass my dad in this. He's a real pro at it. He's very creative. I always get him to help me in my Art subject last time.
Then, came the gift from her. I wasn't expecting anything actually, I don't know why. I was so called caught off guard because it was pretty hectic in class at that time. People all over the place. Though it seemed it was nothing big, it possesed a pretty high value. So called a highly value-added gift. Those cookies and notes are pretty meaningful. Really. Somehow I could sense joy when you were writing it. I hope that's true. I know that it's not easy to bake stuff. All I know about is how to eat them. And the fact that you have actually baked something for the first time...and it was for me...I felt kind of honoured and special. Some way or another, I could also feel the effort you've put in. Something, that I had never really experienced. Then it dawned on me that the gift had became part of me. It's contents are in my blood running through my blood vessels. Kind of figurative eh? Hahahaz...Syamil's born to be a weirdo.
When I finally got back home that day, I washed up and had a meal. After which I went to my room to attend to my gifts. I opened the one with the t-shirt first. After that I placed it aside and took out the containers of the cookies. I lifted it up and rotate it with my hand. Hmm...then I asked myself, is this home made or bought? Then, came the next question: What am I supposed to do with this? Then after a few seconds, a shout filled and shook my head. " Eat it lar! What kind of stupid question is that?!! " Yes..indeed it was a dumb question. I was like..''yar hor..'' I was damn blur at that time..hahaz. I guess I was just tired.
Then, I opened the cover, smelled it. Ok...that's it. Most likely it's bought because the smell of it was like cookies from Famous Amos. so then I picked one and took a bite. Ok..that's it, I;m wrong. It's home made. And then read the small note which confirmed my doubt. I felt kind of touched. Hmm..first time someone baked something specially for me. I actually don't really mind about the texture. I'm more particular about the taste. Thanks Nic for everything.
After my evening prayers, I was exhausted so I went straight to bed. I woke up just on time to celebrate me and my mom's birthday. Our birthdays clash and that gives me mopre than a reason to actually love, appreciate and take care of her. I can't afford to dissapoint her. Well...she did receive excruciating pain as her birthday cake in the year 1989. So it has be come a duty. I feel indebt towards her.
I love my family a lot even though my family is not wealthy enough to get things that i actually want. But I've learnt that that doesn't matter. We had our good times together. And I've comr to appreciate them better upon knowing that some people out there does not posses such ''wealth''. I feel kind of fortunate. When God takes something from somewhere, He puts extra in another.
So this year I told my family that I would just like to have a new pair of specs for my birthday and nothing more. But being very nice people, my mom gave me 10 bucks and my father gave me 5o. I was surprised. I didn't expect it. Then, my father gave me some more stuff which are equally meaningful. Though they are things of which I have no desire for, its worth keeping. Thank you mom, dad, fiqah and syakir for being there to celebrate my birthday together. You people being there is good enough.
Then, I shared the special cookies with my family. Before the celebration my brother had already eyed it. I told him to wait. And then when it was time he didn't want to. Aiyo...naughty boy...hahaz..Then my mom was like saying, '' Syakir makan la..kan dari abang punye girlfriend..kalau sedap nanti boleh suruh buat untuk Syakir pulak...'' I was still like half asleep so I didn't really caught the word ''girlfriend''. So I didn't say anything. And my silence response was like me agreeing on it. Somehow, that silence is an indication that what my mom said was right. But the fact is, I don't have one. Then after a few seconds, I said to myself, '' oh no..why didn't I say anything.'' ok lar...think what you all want to think...whatever...
I mentioned before that I would like to apologise to a few people. I won't list names but I hope they know who they are and that they would miracolously come across my blog and read this. Anyway, yar...I would like to say sorry to those girls whom I've so called ignored in the past. I didn't really gave clean rejections. I'm sorry for not being able to at least appreciate and be thankful to you people for making me feel that I was needed in this planet. There was once in P4 when this girl gave me a present wth no apparent reason. And I sort of give that ''I don't give a shit'' response. I should have been more sensitive but I guess I was just wasn't matured enough. Then got once she and some of my other friends came and visit me when I was sick. Again, I failed to comprehend that they care for me. Yar...then in P6...this girl gave a glass with a Tazmanian devil cartoon on it. Only this year that I took it out and use it. I can't remember whether I thank her or not. So sorry again...even though it's not really of any use now I think...and to another girl...I'm sorry if I had so called ''used'' you. You may not know becuz I kept it to myself. Last time, my friends used to pester me and ask me whom I like. I was so pissed that one day I told them I like this girl...but I know I was like lying. But it was lucky that I didn't go on futher. Because I thought after saying that, my friends would shut up and not disturb me about it anymore. Instead, they tried to tell her for me. I don't know whether they did. I hope not. Anyway, she went back to China after PSLE. So yar...so sorry to all you gals whom I've given unsatisfactory treatment...hope you people won't hold any grudges against me. I'm sorry for being such a bastard.Nevertheless, I shall remeber you all. Please note that I'm not ''boasting'' or whatever it is....i just feel the need to apologise to these people. I wish you all success in life. Don't worry, there are guys which are much more suitable for you all than me out there. The time will come. hahaz :)
Oh yar, one more group of people I would like to thank and that is the malay girls who wished me happy birthday and attempted to sing me a b'day song..but it rained even before you all start. Hahahaz...just joking..I don't why you people are more excited than me regarding the occasion...you people are really hyperactive I guess and yar, Hashimah, the remark on the kiss was true I guess. I did hope for it( hold on, I didn't want a kiss from Hashimah). Hahahaz.
My 16th birthday is rather a simple but very extremely special, meaningful and memorable one for me...I treasure it a lot. Even though some of the other days were like shit. Thanks to all those peeps who've made it a wonderful occasion.
::: I'm a year older :::
I wasn't actually looking forward to it. I was more keen for yesterday to end. I need some time off from school. Pressure is escalating and my stubborn brain refuses to work. Even though I was feeling tired on Wednesday, I was feeling upbeat inside me.
Oh yar...before I forget, I just met my goal on my last PE session and that is to run below 10 mins. I've been feeling kind of stressed lately and when it came to running I became 'high'. I was so pressured I didn't spare a thought on pacing. I just kept on running. The more exhausted I am, the more relieve I get from stress. Even the day before when it was during moring run, I gave it all out. Because I felt like killing myself and the closest I can get is to run like there's no tomorrow.
On the day of my b'day, I had this irritating my voice inside my head which kept reminding me of that rather special day. It nearly drove me crazy because then I couldn't concentrate in class. Arghh..stupid voice. Luckily it wasn't one of my PMS days. If not I would have torn myself apart. It was a weird day too because my feelings were fluctuating like the lifeline on the CRO. It was kind of a funy feeling. But it was a rather good end for the day even though it was simple. Simple but sweet.
Alvin called me some days before my b'day. Asked me when's my b'day and what I would like as a present. I was like kind of surprised. I mean how did he get the idea that my b'day was coming? So it was very likely that someone from my class had at least told him about it because I think only some of my classmates know about my birthday. Then after pressing me for quite a while, he enquired on which is my favourite soccer team. So I just said Real Madrid. Then that was all. In my mind I've already formed a possibility that he and some of my classmates had become an ''alliance''. So when I received the gift from my friends, which is a Real Madrid training tee, I almost confirmed my theory so later after that I asked Haikal about it and he negate it. And in the card also, there wasn't Alvin's name. So now there's like question marks. Hmm..I shall ask Alvin myself then. And thanks guys for the tee. It was a nice one. You people even got the colour combination right. Oh yar...to the person who wrapped it, unique way of wrapping. Didn't thought of it. Nevertheless, I don't think you can surpass my dad in this. He's a real pro at it. He's very creative. I always get him to help me in my Art subject last time.
Then, came the gift from her. I wasn't expecting anything actually, I don't know why. I was so called caught off guard because it was pretty hectic in class at that time. People all over the place. Though it seemed it was nothing big, it possesed a pretty high value. So called a highly value-added gift. Those cookies and notes are pretty meaningful. Really. Somehow I could sense joy when you were writing it. I hope that's true. I know that it's not easy to bake stuff. All I know about is how to eat them. And the fact that you have actually baked something for the first time...and it was for me...I felt kind of honoured and special. Some way or another, I could also feel the effort you've put in. Something, that I had never really experienced. Then it dawned on me that the gift had became part of me. It's contents are in my blood running through my blood vessels. Kind of figurative eh? Hahahaz...Syamil's born to be a weirdo.
When I finally got back home that day, I washed up and had a meal. After which I went to my room to attend to my gifts. I opened the one with the t-shirt first. After that I placed it aside and took out the containers of the cookies. I lifted it up and rotate it with my hand. Hmm...then I asked myself, is this home made or bought? Then, came the next question: What am I supposed to do with this? Then after a few seconds, a shout filled and shook my head. " Eat it lar! What kind of stupid question is that?!! " Yes..indeed it was a dumb question. I was like..''yar hor..'' I was damn blur at that time..hahaz. I guess I was just tired.
Then, I opened the cover, smelled it. Ok...that's it. Most likely it's bought because the smell of it was like cookies from Famous Amos. so then I picked one and took a bite. Ok..that's it, I;m wrong. It's home made. And then read the small note which confirmed my doubt. I felt kind of touched. Hmm..first time someone baked something specially for me. I actually don't really mind about the texture. I'm more particular about the taste. Thanks Nic for everything.
After my evening prayers, I was exhausted so I went straight to bed. I woke up just on time to celebrate me and my mom's birthday. Our birthdays clash and that gives me mopre than a reason to actually love, appreciate and take care of her. I can't afford to dissapoint her. Well...she did receive excruciating pain as her birthday cake in the year 1989. So it has be come a duty. I feel indebt towards her.
I love my family a lot even though my family is not wealthy enough to get things that i actually want. But I've learnt that that doesn't matter. We had our good times together. And I've comr to appreciate them better upon knowing that some people out there does not posses such ''wealth''. I feel kind of fortunate. When God takes something from somewhere, He puts extra in another.
So this year I told my family that I would just like to have a new pair of specs for my birthday and nothing more. But being very nice people, my mom gave me 10 bucks and my father gave me 5o. I was surprised. I didn't expect it. Then, my father gave me some more stuff which are equally meaningful. Though they are things of which I have no desire for, its worth keeping. Thank you mom, dad, fiqah and syakir for being there to celebrate my birthday together. You people being there is good enough.
Then, I shared the special cookies with my family. Before the celebration my brother had already eyed it. I told him to wait. And then when it was time he didn't want to. Aiyo...naughty boy...hahaz..Then my mom was like saying, '' Syakir makan la..kan dari abang punye girlfriend..kalau sedap nanti boleh suruh buat untuk Syakir pulak...'' I was still like half asleep so I didn't really caught the word ''girlfriend''. So I didn't say anything. And my silence response was like me agreeing on it. Somehow, that silence is an indication that what my mom said was right. But the fact is, I don't have one. Then after a few seconds, I said to myself, '' oh no..why didn't I say anything.'' ok lar...think what you all want to think...whatever...
I mentioned before that I would like to apologise to a few people. I won't list names but I hope they know who they are and that they would miracolously come across my blog and read this. Anyway, yar...I would like to say sorry to those girls whom I've so called ignored in the past. I didn't really gave clean rejections. I'm sorry for not being able to at least appreciate and be thankful to you people for making me feel that I was needed in this planet. There was once in P4 when this girl gave me a present wth no apparent reason. And I sort of give that ''I don't give a shit'' response. I should have been more sensitive but I guess I was just wasn't matured enough. Then got once she and some of my other friends came and visit me when I was sick. Again, I failed to comprehend that they care for me. Yar...then in P6...this girl gave a glass with a Tazmanian devil cartoon on it. Only this year that I took it out and use it. I can't remember whether I thank her or not. So sorry again...even though it's not really of any use now I think...and to another girl...I'm sorry if I had so called ''used'' you. You may not know becuz I kept it to myself. Last time, my friends used to pester me and ask me whom I like. I was so pissed that one day I told them I like this girl...but I know I was like lying. But it was lucky that I didn't go on futher. Because I thought after saying that, my friends would shut up and not disturb me about it anymore. Instead, they tried to tell her for me. I don't know whether they did. I hope not. Anyway, she went back to China after PSLE. So yar...so sorry to all you gals whom I've given unsatisfactory treatment...hope you people won't hold any grudges against me. I'm sorry for being such a bastard.Nevertheless, I shall remeber you all. Please note that I'm not ''boasting'' or whatever it is....i just feel the need to apologise to these people. I wish you all success in life. Don't worry, there are guys which are much more suitable for you all than me out there. The time will come. hahaz :)
Oh yar, one more group of people I would like to thank and that is the malay girls who wished me happy birthday and attempted to sing me a b'day song..but it rained even before you all start. Hahahaz...just joking..I don't why you people are more excited than me regarding the occasion...you people are really hyperactive I guess and yar, Hashimah, the remark on the kiss was true I guess. I did hope for it( hold on, I didn't want a kiss from Hashimah). Hahahaz.
My 16th birthday is rather a simple but very extremely special, meaningful and memorable one for me...I treasure it a lot. Even though some of the other days were like shit. Thanks to all those peeps who've made it a wonderful occasion.
::: I'm a year older :::