Today is a memorable day
24th of december 2009
exactly 1 year,
365.25 days ago
25th of december 2008
on these both days i went to the same place with absolutely no intention
sentosa palawan beach, crossed the bridge to the small island with two towers.
except for the company i had a year ago
why is it so coincidental? why am i treated like a fool?
yet i cant tell anyone about it. ppl will think i am crazy
ITS BEEN 1 YEAR. DONT BE STUBBORN, DONT BE STUPID.
i know. if i could, i would. i surely would
and, history will repeat again on the 31st of december 2009
when i will be going back to the same place i did on 31st december 2008
with the same ppl
why is it so coincidental
something is all out to take me down
hope that 2010 will be a fresh new year
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Recently, i am on a movie frenzy
watch movies every now and then
ever since last sunday i watched three movies
Couples Retreat, New Moon, Storm Warriors
none is nice haha!
except for New Moon
the movie reminds me that, time flies so fast
its been one year since Twilight showed
and the memory of us watching Twilight at ehub is still so vivid and stong in my mind
Storm Warriors is too much. haha
couples retreat is boring and horny lol
watch movies every now and then
ever since last sunday i watched three movies
Couples Retreat, New Moon, Storm Warriors
none is nice haha!
except for New Moon
the movie reminds me that, time flies so fast
its been one year since Twilight showed
and the memory of us watching Twilight at ehub is still so vivid and stong in my mind
Storm Warriors is too much. haha
couples retreat is boring and horny lol
Friday, November 27, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
after so many things happen recently,
i learn to appreciate my parents more.
time and tide waits for no man,
my mom and dad are all aging.
i love them to be always healthy and cheerful=)
coupled with the hardship that i undergo in army
and having some untied knots between 'us'
i find that, living happily is very difficult
but i will always remember a song
that my mom wrote when i was young
she will sing it to me when i am going to sleep,
" boys must be brave, boys must be brave,
there are many things in life, u have to face,
as ur growing years, ur parents will age,
so muster up your courage, and go on the road again"
i just wanna tell u two;
Thank You
i learn to appreciate my parents more.
time and tide waits for no man,
my mom and dad are all aging.
i love them to be always healthy and cheerful=)
coupled with the hardship that i undergo in army
and having some untied knots between 'us'
i find that, living happily is very difficult
but i will always remember a song
that my mom wrote when i was young
she will sing it to me when i am going to sleep,
" boys must be brave, boys must be brave,
there are many things in life, u have to face,
as ur growing years, ur parents will age,
so muster up your courage, and go on the road again"
i just wanna tell u two;
Thank You
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Part 1
Hakim was an average student in school. He participated actively in activities in school, just to open himself up and gain more self-confidence, and it really worked .Though having done quite well in his exams, he graduated with a heavy heart; he was going to go on a pilgrimage with his peers for 22 months, away from the Afgan city's hustle and bustle.
However, Hakim didnt moan and sulk for the remaining 2 months he had after his exams. He made an effort to catch up with all his friends, spend time with his parents, as well as have fun.
He was very close to his class, and he often went out with them. little does he know that this little amount of free time he had will develop into something he will never forget.
It all started one day, where the class went to the garden by the sea, to have a sumptous meal together. It was practically free-flow of dessert and meat waiting to be cooked. everyone had a great time eating and talking about the fun times they had in classes. the Afgan sunset graced the event, where they ate to our fullest, till the late night. While thinking about where to go after eating, Suraini(Hakim's classmate) suggested that they all stay over at her house. It was a great idea, since everyone didnt want to go seperate ways yet. Thus, they took a walk down the mud paths through the rubber plantations, till they reached the plateau where we climbed 13 steps up to her home.
"Suraini, serve your guests Naan and hot water. keep your volume down, Amir Jan has slept soundly", whispered Suraini's mother, who was still clearing the left-over dishes from dinner. They sat on the wooden floor, and started playing Afgan traditional games, while some sang Afgan contemporary tunes, trying their best to keep their emotions down to avoid becoming a nuisance.
Having ate alot from our dinner, Hakim excused himself to the corner of the room, resting his left arm on a make-shift couch. He was in a comfotable position, but as he was about to close his eyes, Suraini came to his side. She started to talk, and they had a great conversation. Both were talking about fun places that we had gone before, nice food, and the little time he have to spend with them. There were moments when they didnt talk, and she would just look at Hakim, straight into his eyes. at first he felt awkward, but her warmth and friendliness overwhelmed him. He was eager to make sure that they meet up again soon, so he asked her out for a date the following tuesday. "Suraini, will you come with me on tuesday? I will bring you around the village's most beautiful places, and we can chat till night fall and sun rise. i will also cook my best dishes for you!", said Hakim. Suraini hesitated at first, saying that she was worried it would set tongues wagging. but after little persuation, she agreed to meet. Hakim was estatic. She was a wonderful young lady who had the sweetest smile. Hakim couldnt wait for that day to come.
for the next few days, Hakim tried to borrow a motorcycle, but no one in the village dared to lend it to a 16 year old boy, who wore large-framed glasses and straight-cut pants up till his shin level. Hakim had to make do with a bicycle. For that much awaited date, Hakim started training his leg muscles and muscle resistance to be able to ride her around. Suraini, on the other side, was also nervous of her first date with Hakim. "which blouse should i wear? shall i wear a hijab?"
were the questions swirling around Suraini's head.
Soon, the day was here. Hakim was all ready, right below the plateau that Suraini lived. Suraini came down, and stopped by him, staring at the two-wheeled vehicle. From her eyes, Hakim can tell that she was worried, that she might fall, or that they might meet up with accidents on the way, since pillion-riding through the harsh terrain was quite dangerous. But Hakim assured her by displaying his great sense of balance and speed. cycling through the berry plantations, the sweet scent allured our attention, and the cool wind was comfortable for the sweaty Hakim and Suraini who was tugging closely to Hakim's back. Her hair was blown neatly to the back, while she grabbed Hakim harder everytime he bumped on the road. Hakim was enjoying every moment, which was passing so fast. they went to the famous merry-go-round, the durian plantations, as well as a beautiful lake beside a park. Suraini sang for Hakim, and he gave him massage throughout the ride, feeling guilty to make Hakim do all the job. before he knew it, he had rode all the way back to her house. Suraini's mother was very worried, standing by thee plateau, watching as he let Suraini alight. With no more then a goodbye and a thanks, Suraini was running back home, trying to soothe the anger of her parents. Hakim rode back slowly, with his thighs in pain, but feeling that its all worth it. that night, Hakim slept so soundly. He promised he never forget that day. A promise that he will later regret making, a promise so difficult to break.
(to be continued)
(Part of a story read from an Afgan storybook, re-vamped by me)
Hakim was an average student in school. He participated actively in activities in school, just to open himself up and gain more self-confidence, and it really worked .Though having done quite well in his exams, he graduated with a heavy heart; he was going to go on a pilgrimage with his peers for 22 months, away from the Afgan city's hustle and bustle.
However, Hakim didnt moan and sulk for the remaining 2 months he had after his exams. He made an effort to catch up with all his friends, spend time with his parents, as well as have fun.
He was very close to his class, and he often went out with them. little does he know that this little amount of free time he had will develop into something he will never forget.
It all started one day, where the class went to the garden by the sea, to have a sumptous meal together. It was practically free-flow of dessert and meat waiting to be cooked. everyone had a great time eating and talking about the fun times they had in classes. the Afgan sunset graced the event, where they ate to our fullest, till the late night. While thinking about where to go after eating, Suraini(Hakim's classmate) suggested that they all stay over at her house. It was a great idea, since everyone didnt want to go seperate ways yet. Thus, they took a walk down the mud paths through the rubber plantations, till they reached the plateau where we climbed 13 steps up to her home.
"Suraini, serve your guests Naan and hot water. keep your volume down, Amir Jan has slept soundly", whispered Suraini's mother, who was still clearing the left-over dishes from dinner. They sat on the wooden floor, and started playing Afgan traditional games, while some sang Afgan contemporary tunes, trying their best to keep their emotions down to avoid becoming a nuisance.
Having ate alot from our dinner, Hakim excused himself to the corner of the room, resting his left arm on a make-shift couch. He was in a comfotable position, but as he was about to close his eyes, Suraini came to his side. She started to talk, and they had a great conversation. Both were talking about fun places that we had gone before, nice food, and the little time he have to spend with them. There were moments when they didnt talk, and she would just look at Hakim, straight into his eyes. at first he felt awkward, but her warmth and friendliness overwhelmed him. He was eager to make sure that they meet up again soon, so he asked her out for a date the following tuesday. "Suraini, will you come with me on tuesday? I will bring you around the village's most beautiful places, and we can chat till night fall and sun rise. i will also cook my best dishes for you!", said Hakim. Suraini hesitated at first, saying that she was worried it would set tongues wagging. but after little persuation, she agreed to meet. Hakim was estatic. She was a wonderful young lady who had the sweetest smile. Hakim couldnt wait for that day to come.
for the next few days, Hakim tried to borrow a motorcycle, but no one in the village dared to lend it to a 16 year old boy, who wore large-framed glasses and straight-cut pants up till his shin level. Hakim had to make do with a bicycle. For that much awaited date, Hakim started training his leg muscles and muscle resistance to be able to ride her around. Suraini, on the other side, was also nervous of her first date with Hakim. "which blouse should i wear? shall i wear a hijab?"
were the questions swirling around Suraini's head.
Soon, the day was here. Hakim was all ready, right below the plateau that Suraini lived. Suraini came down, and stopped by him, staring at the two-wheeled vehicle. From her eyes, Hakim can tell that she was worried, that she might fall, or that they might meet up with accidents on the way, since pillion-riding through the harsh terrain was quite dangerous. But Hakim assured her by displaying his great sense of balance and speed. cycling through the berry plantations, the sweet scent allured our attention, and the cool wind was comfortable for the sweaty Hakim and Suraini who was tugging closely to Hakim's back. Her hair was blown neatly to the back, while she grabbed Hakim harder everytime he bumped on the road. Hakim was enjoying every moment, which was passing so fast. they went to the famous merry-go-round, the durian plantations, as well as a beautiful lake beside a park. Suraini sang for Hakim, and he gave him massage throughout the ride, feeling guilty to make Hakim do all the job. before he knew it, he had rode all the way back to her house. Suraini's mother was very worried, standing by thee plateau, watching as he let Suraini alight. With no more then a goodbye and a thanks, Suraini was running back home, trying to soothe the anger of her parents. Hakim rode back slowly, with his thighs in pain, but feeling that its all worth it. that night, Hakim slept so soundly. He promised he never forget that day. A promise that he will later regret making, a promise so difficult to break.
(to be continued)
(Part of a story read from an Afgan storybook, re-vamped by me)
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