Kusoi

Typical. When one gets bored, they procrastinate, especially when they have something to do. I was supposed to be studying, but instead, I played video games in the middle of the exam month. The gap between my previous paper date and my next one was about a week, so I wasn't worried, but I should've.

For a few hours, I sat on my favourite chair with a controller in my hands, killing raiders in an apocalyptic world, destroyed by a nuclear fallout. I had all the time in the world that night. The room was cozy and I had nothing to worry about.

I thought everyone in the house was asleep, but my dad opened the door slightly, in the middle of night, and I figured he just wanted to see me, making sure everything was okay. He smiled, and I noticed he had a plastic bag in his hand. He lifted it and asked, "Hungry?" Before I could answer, he saw it through my face that I was hungry, so he continued, "We eat this later together." Then he closed the door and went to his room.

I laughed, because it was random; My dad came in the middle of the night, asked if I was hungry and wanted to have a midnight snack together.

A few minutes later, he opened the door again and went into my room. He had the plastic with him, so I immediately paused my game and followed him. He sat down on the carpeted floor and insisted me to join him. I sat down with him, and he reached inside the plastic bag. I expected food in a plastic or styrofoam container, but he pulled out a lunch box and a small plastic container, inside was filled with white powder. I was really curious of what he brought.

He told me, "A friend of mine made this for me, it's called 'Kusoi'." I never heard of it before, so I began to wonder how it would look like. He gently opened the lunch box and the whole box was packed with brown cakes. I was surprised. He opened the small container as well, grabbed one of the cakes, dipped it into the white powder and ate it.

I was eager to try it, so I took one, did what he did and took a bite. The cake was cold, and eating it with the powder made it even better. I didn't expect it would be that delicious. I took another one and ate it without the powder,  surprisingly, it was still tasty. I started asking my dad questions about it; what is the white powder, how is the cake made, is it a traditional food and more. Apparently, the white powder was coconut powder, I didn't expect that. I guessed my dad was thirsty because I was too, so I left my room for a while, grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and went back.

After we finished, dad stood up and told me throw away the plastic bag along with the coconut powder. I thought it would be a waste throwing the powder, but I threw it anyway. No sense of keeping it since all the cakes was already in our stomach. He left the room, and I sat on my chair, smiled and continued my video game.

Truly, it is one of the moments I will cherish forever. Being with my dad in the middle of the night, eating together the best cake I never tried before in my life. Father and son bonding.

Parallel Universe

She told me to wait for her. It seemed like she’s just saying that, like she wanted to abandon me, but by some means, part of me believed it. So I sat down and waited for her. A friend of mine came by while I was waiting, and we talked. After a few minutes have passed, my friend left, and a dose of doubts began to pour inside my head. I started to think that she actually did ditch me, like a blind date gone wrong where the person wanted to go to the toilet, but actually left the other person behind. That would be really rude.

She came back, and as soon as I saw her, I stood up like a recruit when a high-rank officer comes in. Apparently, she was just grabbing her jacket, which reassured me. She looked prettier, as ever. I thought I would never see her again. Seeing her made me smile. “Let’s go”, she said in a polite manner.

Normally when I’m with her, I would be nervous; I will stay quiet, be shy and awkward, and fidget a lot. Fortunately, I didn’t show any of those. I somehow kept all of them to a minimum.

“Alright.”

We went outside. The weather was quite nice, it was cloudy, and the temperature was just right, not too hot nor cold.

To be honest, we barely talk. We don’t know each other that well. But this time, in some way, we both felt we knew each other for a long time, like we were childhood friends.

We walked together aimlessly, like we were strolling in a park, beside one another. We didn’t mind where we were heading. We just talked; we exchanged our friendship and shared our stories.

We came across a building that seemed haunted. The walls of the building were dirty, and the grass around the building were half-dead. It looked like an abandoned school. I believe we stumbled upon a ghetto, where everything appeared awful.

I began to feel concern of our surroundings and what could happen to us. So I asked her, “Aren’t you scared walking through here? I feel like it’s haunted.” “Not really”, she responded in a calm behavior.

I strike her as a person who’s not afraid of horror films nor ghosts. Perhaps she has a strong spirit within her that causes her to react calmly in danger situations.

“Well, I am, because it’s creepy and it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies, and I feel weird about this place” I informed her. “Well, that is true”, she agreed.

She was lovely, friendly, honest and sweet. The point where we walked together and talked was where I felt like I’m home, as always when I’m with her. Seemed like we were close friends; we acted like there was no history between us, we just went with the flow and we weren’t shy of each other anymore.

Re-imagining the moment again and again makes my eyes misty and warms my heart. But ever since then, my heart felt emptier than before, because it felt real.

Diamonds

We are all diamonds, the precious stone, consisting of a clear and typically colorless crystalline form of pure carbon, the hardest naturally occurring substance. But none of us are flawless. We’ve been through difficult situations that made us flaw. In fact, we were already flawed from the start, where we were founded. The flaws we have won’t stop us, because every one of us is strong enough to deal with them. We went through thick and thin in our lives that made us, diamonds, scratched. Yet we won’t give up. The flaws are the ones that made us unique. Some of us might have different shapes, sizes, and color; but don’t worry, that’s what makes us special.

Tale to tell?

            Some of you possibly ponder what this post is about. Well, I do too. I sometimes wonder what it will be. Will it be fiction or non-fiction? Action or Romance? Will it be an inspiration or a mediocre? The majority of people in this world, including me, likes to read non-fiction romance novels. Immediately after we started reading one, we can’t seem to stop. Well, this also a concern when reading action novels. Anyways, we would promise ourselves, “one more page”, maybe because we have to rest for the night, but somehow we ended up reading 5 more. Causing us to sleep behind schedule, and be late for school the next day. We do this too often because reading is fascinating. You can visualize the story with your imagination when you read.

            Reading a non-fiction, romance novel gives us the feeling that we are the couples inside the novel. We would hope this could happen to us in the real world. The way how the couples met each other, how they ended up together, the conversations they had every night through the telephone line, how they express how much they care for their significant other. ‘O.T.P’ is an acronym that repeatedly crosses my mind every time I read this kind of novels. It means ‘One True Pair’. Fate chose these couples to be with each other, like it was destined for them to end up together.

            I occasionally wonder how it’s like to encounter your significant other. People say they can turn your whole life around, in a good way though. It’s like they’re the manoeuvres in your life that guides you into something great that no one else can. Well, basically to put it in cliché words, they’re the one part of your life that is missing and once you have that part, your life is complete.

            Furthermore, people say that, ‘love at first sight’, will take place after you see or meet your significant other. Where your heart starts to race. You would stop whatever you were doing, and you would only focus on that person. You wouldn’t think of anything else because your brain would go blank for a while; you would only think how beautiful and lovely that person is. That’s what I heard when you see your significant other for the first time. Unfortunately, some of us inevitably fall in love after first seeing or meeting someone who is nice and entertaining, or good-looking to us. This usually occur to us, like it’s a habit that we never asked for in our lives.

            On the other hand, action novels, well to be honest with you, I never read an action novel before, so they are enjoyable to read too? I don’t know. I suppose people can get the ‘thrill’ when reading an action story. Where the hero would jump off of the helicopter, parachutes and make a landing on top of a roof. He draws out his favoured assault rifle and starts to save the day. Killing every bandit he sees. Rescuing the hostages and gets the sexy girls at the end. But that’s what I understand when I watch an action movie. Perhaps in novels, the action story would be more detailed than what I’ve just summarised, as always.

            Anyways, regarding this post, I don’t know what to write. Should I do non-fiction, romance? A biography of me? An action story? Because some people are interested in romance, and the others are more into action stories. I should try to make non-fiction, action, romance novel! Where the main character and his significant other were on a date and suddenly, there’s an alien invasion. The alien captures the main character’s significant other and the main character, then realises he has the potential to stop the invasion and save the world and his girl. The guy will obtain superpowers along the way, and would destroy every alien spaceship orbiting the Earth. Little did he know, the girl he was trying to save was actually an alien too. Apparently she was the queen, the commander of the alien invasion. Capturing the girl was just a bait to kill the guy. The guy, then releases all his superpowers and explode. Killing him, the queen of the aliens and part of the Earth. A huge crater was made on Earth. Ever since then, people mark the crater as a memorial for the main character, or also known as ‘Hero of Earth’. Regrettably, the queen laid eggs somewhere on Earth because of the one night stand she had with the guy. The eggs then hatch, and another alien invasion begins. The main character is not the Hero of Earth. He is the Destroyer of Earth.

            Enough of that. We’ll just see how it goes. Let’s see how well this teenage brain of mine in creating stories for my blogs. Yes. Blogs. With an 'S'. This blog and shortstorytoshare.blogspot.com Check out the other blog if you have the time! New post coming soon! Stay tune!

Dad's journey to Annapurna

 

Dad posing for a silhouette picture
 

In this post I'll be talking about my dad's trip.

My dad, Shukri, also known as Uncle Bono (some of you might know him by that name), have a lot of interesting hobbies. At first, his hobby was fishing. He created a blog about it (http://croxfiber.blogspot.com/ - if you want to check it out. Last updated was on 2012 by the way). Eventually he was done with fishing. However, he found another one: editing pictures and post them in Instagram. Sometimes he would follow competitions in Instagram about editing a picture, ask us (my brothers and I) for suggestions, and if it looks good or not. Sometimes he would use his own picture he took and edit it, and sometimes he would travel out of the country and take pictures. Believe me, the pictures are beautiful.

Then suddenly, somehow my dad is interested in hiking. He would hike every hill in the country, and he did. Well, most of it. Sometimes he brings my brothers and I along. It's tiring if you ask me. I don't know how he has the energy to hike, and I can't believe I don't have much energy as he does. I'm so proud of him! Since last year, my dad went to Indonesia and other countries, just to hike the mountains. He climbed many mountains last year and this year as well. He would go for hiking training so he would be able to climb mountains easily.

Earlier this month, he went to Nepal for 14 days (5th until 19th May 2016) with his team, Team Bruneian Mountaineer and with Ravi Everest (Malaysian Mount Everest Solo Mountaineer). The Brunei Mountaineers: Shukri (Uncle Bono), Duan, Pg Sulaiman, Romie, and Zul. They have hiked 27,444 meters / 90,039 feet + - elevation in total and a total of 55 hours! + - trekking.

They trekked Tadapani (2,630 m), Chuile (2,110 m), Gurjung (2,050 m), Chhomrong (2,210 m), Ghore Deurali and Myagdi (2,860 m).

They also hit Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) twice! On May 12th for sunset and on May 13th for sunrise. Must have been beautiful.
 
Here are some pictures they took:

 

A cool picture of my dad hiking

 

 

Picture of some of the team

 

Dad reached Annapurna Base Camp (ABC)

 

Group photo of the team with Ravi Everest

 

Country flags, who climbed with the team during that time

Map of the journey in Nepal

Sooner this year, my dad will go for Everest, not the peak of Everest, just the base camp. Have seen the movie Everest? If you have, the base camp is the place where there are lots of camp tents settled there. Anyways, all the best to my dad!

Trying something new!

Hey everyone! This is going to be a short post. I'm just telling you guys that I have created a new blog. A blog where I make short stories (true and fiction) and share them with you guys!

Check out the first short story here!
( http://shortstorytoshare.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-witching-hour.html )

I hope this goes well, and I hope you like it!

Reasons why I blog

Hi everyone! In this post I'm going to talk about why I blog. Some of my friends keep asking why I keep on blogging, what makes me not to stop blogging, isn't tiring to type all the things and more. So here I am. Typing all the answers in for you guys.

But before I proceed, I would like to show you guys this. A friend of mine, Luqman, recently made a blog. He was inspired after I show him the post, "Love" and he decided to create his own blog. This is want to show you guys, what he said about blogging.

"Well shit. The thought of writing a blog has never passed through my mind, but honestly the feeling of trying to express how you feel on a computer is oddly satisfying....we'll see how this goes so, bare with me!"

That's his first ever post for his blog. I laughed and agreed with it because it's so true. Check out his blog if you know him or you're interested! (http://luqmanrizal.blogspot.com/)

Back to the main topic of this post. 

The reason why I blog is basically what Luqman said, 'the feeling of trying to express how you feel on a computer is oddly satisfying...' I express my feelings here. I open up the things I want people to know, the secrets that I can't keep inside, the feelings that need to get out of me, the words I'm trying to say just so people can listen and understand what I'm going through, and support me as I go, to stay positive, to never give up and to move forward.

I tell the stories that I think people want to hear. I tell the situations I am in that I don't think I can't solve alone; people would suggest me their ways on how to minimise or solve the situation, and I sometimes follow their suggestions; their suggestions sometimes make me open my eyes wider, I can see the situation in another perspective and realise things that are actually good and bad, or make me think deeper outside the box. To the people who've been supporting me, I thank you, very, very much.

Some people understand why I blog. They told me that I don't have anyone to express my feelings to and that's why I express it here. That's true to be honest. Sometimes, I feel like I'm alone and have no one to talk to about my problems, and even if there's someone to talk to, I'm afraid that they would not really care about it, like they have only a little interest in it. They would listen to my problems partially, they would give the face that shows that they're not interested at all. They would give fake interest or answers to my problems just so they can feel good about themselves because they're helping me and thinking that would make me feel any better.

Honestly, it doesn't make me feel any better when they think they did. I can see their body language while they're listening and giving me answers to solve my problems.

Another reason why I blog is because I'm also afraid that, if I have someone to talk to about my problems, eventually they would be less interested, or bored and annoyed because of/with me. So creating a post about me expressing my feelings in my blog, can somehow avoid the 'bored and annoyed with me' problem.

I just simply give my link to the people in social media, where my friends are in it too, and if they're interested they can click on it and if they're not, they can just simply ignore it. The thing is, I don't know whether they clicked it or ignored it, which is better than knowing them not interested about my problems after I tell them face to face. I can only see the countries where people viewed my blog from and I don't have to know who viewed it.

I only know who are my viewers when they talk about it to me face to face. They would sometimes say, "Hey I read your blog last night" and then they would ask me questions if they don't understand, they would comment on it, or they would help me get through my situation. To people who have done this, you know who you are, and I thank you guys for checking out my blog. Sometimes I think that people don't/won't visit my blog and I know it's bad to think it that way, but hey, at least it's out there. It's out in the public, where everyone in the world can see, and there's a chance where people might accidentally visit this blog and read it. 

I know that the people who have little or no interest to listen to my problems, and sometimes pretend to listen (I don't like that by the way, ever. I hate it.), just so they can make me feel better because I have 'someone' to, also have their own problems. I know that they also want help from others so they don't have to solve their problems alone. Believe me, I help my friends with their problems and sometimes they ask me, out of nowhere, on how to solve the problems, and I, just simply help them. I like and don't mind to help them because I (seriously) want to help them; make them happy, move forward and/or achieve their dreams. Seeing others happy, moving forward or achieving their dreams after I help them makes me happy as well.

Anyways, the point is, try to help others with their problems while you also try to solve yours as well. Multi-tasking basically. There are people out there, that don't know how to solve their problems, and you could be the one who might know how to solve it. You never know once until you try to help them. Even if you think your idea to help them is useless, it's still an idea (any idea could be a better idea), probably an idea that people might never think of and perhaps it could help them. If people need help, help them. If you think you can't, try. If still think you can't, don't give up; find others that can help you help them.

That's all for now. This is the end of this post.

My situation:

Please, make me try, to help me, help you, trying to help me. Please... Help me go into the dark tunnel and go through the other end of the tunnel, the exit. An exit that can free me from the problems I need help with.

Happy trails everyone! Follow the happy trails, not the sad trails and there, you can feel much better. :)

A Healthy Lifestyle..?

Hi! In this post, I'm going to talk about health. Yeah, you read it. HEALTH. That's right! I even underlined it. For some people, that word repels them. They will stop right there, and will not continue. The others, well, they like this topic, and I hope you like it too. Some people want to have a healthier lifestyle; have a proper diet and exercise so they can live longer. The main content for this post is about the method for healthier lifestyle I've gone through and maybe you could try it if you are inspired by it. Recommend to your friends or relatives if they want to lose weight!

A short story before we proceed if you don't mind. If you do mind, you can skip the 3 following paragraph.

I'm doing this post because people have been asking me how I lost all my weight, and some of them have complimented me. When people do ask, I just tell them what I've gone through, and few days later, another person would ask. Believe me, I've answered the same question for like 5 times or more. It's not that I don't like people asking me, I love it when people need my advice. So, for me not to keep answering the same question over and over again, I will just give them the link to this post.

Before I did the method of healthy lifestyle, my friends and family have told me to lose some weight or else I'll regret it when I'm older. This method wasn't my idea. I was inspired to do it. This one friend I had, Nadirah, helped me with my weight loss. After I told her my weight was 102.5kg, she got shocked and told me to lose some weight. She told me to have an objective on why I should lose my weight, or else it won't work. So I told her my objective is to impress her, I liked her (again) that time so that's why. She laughed about it,but had faith in me.

After she gave me her advice, I started to follow it. Surprisingly, my weight was 102.5kg, and the last time I checked, I was down to 86kg in 2 months and 15 days (I lost 5kg every 3 weeks), lost 16.5kg in total because of her and some support from my friends and family. I've checked that weight I think few weeks ago? I don't know how much I weight now. I said "This one friend I had" in the previous paragraph, is because things went complicated with her. She broke a promise that broke our friendship, I think, because after that promise thing, we barely talked to each other. I can't forget about her because she was the one who had faith in me and motivated me to lose all the weight. So if you're reading this Nadirah, thank you for your advice, your faith in me, and your motivation to keep me going and not to give up. Thank you so much!!

The method for healthier lifestyle I've gone through.
Now to some people, this might sound crazy and extreme, I've heard people say it when I told them what I did.

Here's the list of what I did for 2 months and 15 days (Long list by the way):

• Don't eat anything with sugar. This includes sweets, cakes, any fizzy drink, etc. No sugars at all! Even if sugar can give you energy, just eat the natural sugars from fruits.
• Don't eat any junk foods. (Definition of junk food: Junk food is a pejorative term for cheap food containing high levels of calories from sugar or fat with little fiber, protein, vitamins or minerals. Use of the term implies that a particular food has little "nutritional value" and contains excessive fat, sugar, salt, and calories.) This includes any potato chips, and to the people who are living in South East Asia, No Indo-Mee, Maggi, or any noodles that contains high sodium. Stay away from foods that had high sodium in it.
• Eat less oily foods. If your mom is cooking your food, try asking her if she could use less oil on yours or use healthy oil. 
• When chewing food, try to chew it until it is little watery so you can swallow it easier. I don't what this does, but back then, every time I eat, I only chew few times and swallow. After I did this, I've lost some weight.
• Don't put a big chunk of food into your mouth at once. Cut it into little pieces or just eat little by little. This will help you chew and swallow easily. Every time I eat, I will cut my food into little pieces. Like what people say, don't big chunk of steak at once, or else that chunk will stay in your stomach for few days. I don't know, that's what my mom told me, but just don't eat your food in such a big chunk.
• When you have your meal, don't have large portion of it. Just have a small portion. What I did was, I never eat until my stomach is full. To Muslims, this is Sunnah. Just eat until you don't feel hungry and stop before you stomach is full.
• During eating, don't forget to drink your water. Stop eating for a while and drink your water, not all of it.
• Do not eat any chicken skin! 
• For Asians, I know how you love to eat rice, me too, but you should stop eating them. I only had a small portion of rice every 2 weeks.
• You can eat 3 meals per day. During breakfast, lunch and in the evening. At night don't eat, only drink water or Japanese Green Tea. Fruits are accepted to eat at night. After 5:00pm, you should stop eating. Wait for 13 hours and then you can eat again during breakfast, like you are fasting, but you sleep through the night for like 8 hours.
• If you are starving like very hungry at night, just eat fruits, drink water or eat 2 half-boiled eggs.
• Every night, drink a cup of Japanese Green Tea before bed. People say that green tea can help you lose weight, so I did that every night and look where it got me! 
• Drink more than 2 Litres of water everyday. Do not miss a day. Seriously, drinking water helped me lose some weight. Keep yourself hydrated. There's a saying, "If you drink more water, your brain will work better." 
• Have cheat day once a week, where you can eat large portion of food during that day, but you still can't eat at night and still no sugars except from the fruits. If you are up for a challenge, try not to have a cheat day once a week, try once in 2 weeks.
• If you feel you had too much food in a day, try to be more strict the next day, like eat lesser portion of food than usually, make the gap for each meal longer than usual, or eat only 2 meals a day (Breakfast and evening)

What I did, to make sure I will lose some weight:

• Drink only juice for breakfast, or just have a banana, or just a small portion of healthy cereal (Kellogg's Special K) with Skimmed Milk. Can't have Full Cream Milk. 
• During lunch, just eat salad, vegetables or fruits.
• In the evening,
• Exercise at least an hour every night. Do push-ups, sit ups, run up-and-down your stairs etc.
• Use the stairs rather than the elevator, unless the floor you're going to is high. If it's 3 floors up, just use the stairs. 

BE VERY CAREFUL WHEN YOU ARE STARVING, YOU CAN HAVE LACK OF MALNUTRITION WHICH IS VERY DANGEROUS FOR YOUR BODY!

I might forget some things, but don't worry, I'll try to add if I remember. That's basically everything though.

I know it sounds crazy, extreme and strict! but hey, I lost 16.5kg because of it. Everything on the list above, helped me. I've went through to all of it and right now, I'm used to it, which is better because it's healthier.  Just remember, this is the method I've gone through. If you're not ready, then don't follow this method. You could try this method and see you do lose some weight.

I believe that's it for this post. If you have questions, do ask, don't be afraid! Recommend this method to your friends or relatives if they want to lose some weight!
If you are ready to follow this method, you can start next week or tomorrow! All the best to you! Happy trails everyone!

Playing around Part 2

Part 2 of the previous post. I wasn't joking about having lunch, the salmon with mashed peas. I took a picture of it, ate it and it was delicious. Thank you mother! Love you so much!!

 

Anyways, continuing where I left off..

All new for me

29th April

On the 28th April, I told my father about my school clothes, told him it was getting bigger, the shirt and the pants. People kept mentioning about it, like,"Look at his pants, it's big" or, "Dude, you need to get a new pants, your belt is killing you. It's making your pants (on the thighs) look big."

So I had enough of that and told my dad about it. My dad said we'll make new clothes the next day.

Had the best day with my dad! I thank and love him so much for what he did!

He already bought the material for my clothes, I don't know what type of material and was worried, but he told me not to worry because it's high quality. So I just go with it. We went to the tailor shop first to measure the cuttings for my new clothes. The tailor kept complimenting me that I've lost weight, my hip was 42 inch, and that day he measured it went down to 37.5 inch. I thank him for complimenting me. My new clothes will finish on Monday, 2nd May.

After we were done with the tailor shop, we went next door, to a retail store. There I bought a new belt, after that, we went to the opposite of next door we went to, the barbershop. I told my before if we could get our hair cut, he said why not, so there we were. My dad thought I was going bald again, but I didn't. My friends kept telling to try to cut my sides only and leave the top of my hair; make the sides look fading and the hair cool. Another word for it, Dapper; Definition: (typically of a man) neat and trim in dress, appearance, or bearing.

After that, dad asked me where I want to go. I told him about the glasses I wanted and I knew in my country, it would be hard to find. Dad said he had to go to the bank, and coincidentally, beside the bank, there was optic shop. After dad was done with his bank business, we went straight to the optic shop.

There I tested my eyes again and found out my left eye it more blur than the right eye. I believe this is my own fault of borrowing my friend's glasses, the glasses he had was the one I wanted. So yeah, it's clearly my own fault. Anyways, after the test, I asked the optician if there's a semi-rimless glasses. The optician went off somewhere for a while and got me one! Exactly what I wanted and it fits perfectly well. 

Got everything new. Thanks to my dad. Love him so much!! We had dinner together at home, and asked my mom if my new hair cut and glasses fit me. She was jubilant with it.

That one week, I've went through, was probably the best week this year so far. I'm done with this post. I will make a publish a newer one soon. This is the end of the post.

Playing around

I have done a lot things since I published my last post. It's been a week. Fun and stressful week? I don't know how to describe it. but I can say with was a fun week. Even though, exams are around the corner and I only revised so little. I'm screwed. Anyways I'll talk about the week I've went through.

I will arrange from more fun to least fun. I wouldn't say the least fun is boring, it's fun too, but others are very fun, or more fun?? I don't know how to explain it.

Project Photoshop Mix (PPM)

I was inspired by my brother's friend, Harith and my one of best friends, Hakeem. Harith likes to photoshop and Hakeem made a picture of himself using photoshop. The picture had lines highlighted and a background of a colourful galaxy. The lines structured was picture of himself, with his hair and glasses frame and his jawline. Harith made a lot of cool pictures using photoshop. So I thank them for inspiring me to use photoshop. Found the app on my phone and decided to try it out yesterday.

I made these:

Pictures of me

 

 

 Pictures of my friends I made:

 

 

 

 

 Had so much fun and time doing this project. I could do more.

After I posted one of my friend's picture I edited with photoshop mix, my friends started asking me where are theirs? So, sometimes I'm bored, why not help them instead of doing nothing. I could study, but I follow my mood.

Birthday celebration! 

25th April

I'm in a group called 'Fish Eye' or also known as 'Circle', and it was almost Aqil's birthday. So my friend, Adib, decided to order 2 Lasagna from me for Aqil. My mom cooks the lasagna and I'm usually the middleman in this kind of situation. Anyways, it costs $40 (also comes with free Garlic Bread) and Adib didn't want to use all of his money, so he decided to ask the group if they want to chip in. The birthday is on 27th April.

Apparently, everyone wanted the lasagna. Adib told them it was,"Best lasagna in town" and everyone was keen to try it. So the group chipped in $3 each for the 2 Lasagna ($80 in total) and managed to get about only $30 above.

I already told my mom about the 2 lasagna and confirmed about it. Suddenly, the group said they can't reach another $40, so they wanted only 1 Lasagna. So who's going to pay for the other $40? I wanted to, but had an idea.

There's this group called 'Rebels' and one of them knows about my mom's lasagna and loved them. So I decided to ask her if she wanted it. She told everyone in the group and everyone there chipped in! Some chipped $5, $10 and more, and some didn't have the time to chip in because it was already $40. I just gave them a day to collect and they already collected the $40. Faster than my group. Apparently they were keen to try it as well.

My mom asked me who was the lasagnas for. I told her it was for my friend's birthday and also told her that each of everyone chipped in $3 in $1. So in my wallet, I had like 2 inch of $1 that was $80 in total. I couldn't even close my wallet!

The next day, my mom was so generous. She told me she will give free 80 Grilled BBQ Chicken Wings for the two groups, 40 for each group. The two groups will have a feast for the birthday!

27th April 

The plan is to bait the birthday boy to a trap. We told him that the lasagnas ordered were cancelled last minute and changed to a different date. By the way, the birthday boy also chipped in for the lasagna, but didn't it was for him all along.

We didn't want people who didn't chip in to feast with us because it would be unfair to the people who did. So we chose a venue where there won't be many people around. Moreover about the plan, to bait Aqil, Adib will tell him that he left his mobile phone near the venue and bring along Aqil with him and once Aqil is there, we will sing the birthday song!

Plan went well. Everyone had full belly and was jubilant especially the birthday boy. Empty tray of lasagna and chicken wings, and empty container of Garlic Bread.

The Rebels also enjoyed their feast, but there was this one unfair guy. He came to Rebels and asked if he could have some of the lasagna. Rebels insisted because if they rejected him, they will would guilty. So the guy grabbed a spoon and cut about 38 cm length and 7 cm width of the lasagna. Obviously, Rebels would get angry, so they told him to just have a little, because they want their group to have some as well. So the guy felt bad and listened to them, but then, the took half of what he cut. Still a big chunk and so unfair to Rebels. So I have a bit of hatred towards the guy.

Sadly...

I would love to continue more about the week I've went through, but I have to go. I'm going to eat my salmon with mashed peas for lunch. So, this is the end of the post.

My kindergarten life

I'm going to talk about my kindergarten life.

Went to Yayasan Kindergarten at the age of 4. Usually the age of going to a kindergarten school in my country is 3, but I was born on the last month of the year 1998. So I had to go to school with friends who were born in the 1999s.

The kindergarten had 3 grades, a year for each grade. The first year was fun because I've met a lot of friends. I didn't really make friends with the girls because I wasn't that smooth and I thought I would be better off if I have friends who are boys. I remember every break time, I had to sit with this weird kid, I didn't like him because I feel like something is wrong with the kid. I was so mean to him back then, never bullied him though, just thought of him as the weird kid who had to sit next to me every break time.

Anyways, I would see everyone's lunch bag and judge whose better. Obviously, mine because back then, we all wanted to show off whose better. The weird kid had a lunch bag of a car ramping off a dirt bump, it was cool, but mine is cooler. I don't remember how mine looked like though.

The only best moments during the first year, was at every 12:00pm where I go home. I would see my babysitter, hired by my parents to take care off my siblings and I when they go to work, waiting at the playground outside my class and I would get excited because I'm going home. If the classroom door opens, I would run outside instantly.

I remember this one time, when my teacher had this picture of a kitchen, where we have to guess which is the item of the name she gives. The weird kid was called, and was given a name of an item. He pointed at the item and the teacher said it was correct, so he grabbed his schoolbag and off he go. I was so jealous, then the teacher called. She gave me a name of an item,"Knife." I was under pressure, I didn't know what was it, and I thought if I got it wrong, I will have to sit back and wait for my turn again. So, with me being under pressure, I looked everywhere in the picture and finally pointed at an item, the cabinet. The teacher looked at me and said,"Wrong." I was sad because I thought I had to sit and wait for my turn, but then, teacher gave me another chance. So, out of nowhere, I pointed the correct item. When she told me it was correct, I picked my bag and ran outside and went home. Never felt so excited.

However, the first day of the second year, didn't go so well. I cried. Cried the whole day. I sat on my new teacher's lap while my mother was there to calm me down. I cried because I had to go to a new classroom and have a new teacher. I guess I really missed the classroom that time because it was fun going there and I thought my friends were there in the old classroom while I had to go to the new one. The next day, everyone in my first year class was in the same new class as I was. I don't remember if I was happy about it though.

Anyways, the second year, is the first time, I ever liked a girl in my class, Maisarah. I think she liked me too back then. I've seen a lot of movies during that year. If there were any romance scenes, like where the actor and actress would kiss each other or make out, my parents would tell us to cover our eyes because it's for adults only. So, back then, I was smooth and at the same time, was creepy. During class, where we had to sit on the ground and listen to the teacher like a grandfather telling their grand children about their life, I had the courage to hold both Maisarah's hands and we stood up together. While we hold each others hand, the teacher didn't even tell us to sit down, she ignored us! So, what to do, but just to roll it. It was funny and creepy, I asked Maisarah if she wants us to kiss. I only remembered, she laughed and smiled. I bet she didn't even know what it means that time. Anyways, it didn't happen. I think we sat back down and listened to the teacher's lecture.

I even remember Maisarah's cousin, Muhammad, my that-time and future best friend, was sick. We had classwork and during that time, I looked at him. He stood up and looked down his chair he sat on. He hold the chair and the table, and started to barf. My eyes were wide open, seeing my best friend that time, puked on his own chair during class.

The best moment I had during the second year, is when it is break-time, where the teachers of each class would tell us to play in the auditorium. Every class was connected to the auditorium so everyone can just go inside. Every time I go there, all I saw was everyone running around, playing tag. Some would go up the stage and act. Some would go to the castle and kitchen playground, provided by the teacher, and play inside. They would slide down or cook in the kitchen. Sometimes I would see my brother, he was in third year while I'm in second year, and we will not say anything to each other, like we were not related. I don't know why.

The third year of kindergarten. I didn't cry the first day, which was an achievement to me. Third year was fun I guess. Every Wednesday, we would have a cardio exercise in the auditorium which was coached by an African-American skinned man. He was cool because we all had fun during the exercise and every Saturday, every class will have a swimming session, which was the best day to go to school. Third year was a busy year to me, many things happened and I remember them.

I had few friends of mine from the second year class with me. I made 3 best friends, Muhammad, Rahman and Aqil. I was like a leader to them, they would follow me every where I go and do as I command, but during break time, I always play alone in the auditorium. I remember I showed them how to skip,but they didn't know how to. I also made my first enemy, his name was my name, as in we had the same name and he was the son of a teacher who worked there. I don't remember how we became enemies, maybe because I hate him. Hate him because we have the same name. I only remember one time he was mean to me, I was building something with toy blocks and he would just destroy it or take my toy blocks. I guess that how we became enemies? If we ever encounter each other, we would just stare each other deadly and make mean faces and stayed away.

I also made another enemy that only lasted for a while. His name was, Shafiq, and he was twice bigger than me. I don't know how we got into a fight, but we told each other, we would fist-fight on the stage in the auditorium during break time. I've seen a lot of movies during my second year of kindergarten, so I had the confidence in fist-fighting. So during that break-time, as usual, everyone would go crazy, they would run around or play in the castle and kitchen playground. Shafiq and I were on the stage, facing each other. We started walking towards each other and before he could swing a punch, I punched him in the belly because he was fat and after that I ran away from him. He was hurt and he called a teacher. Since everyone ran around, I hid there. I hid in the crowd like an assassin, I blended in. When I was hiding, I saw Shafiq pointed out the stage to the teacher, I guess he told the teacher where he was punched and where I left off. I was a badass rebel back then, made trouble, ran and hid away, the teacher and Shafiq couldn't even find me.

I have this one classmate, Aniq, who looked sick everyday and would talk about how he like playing games everyday. He didn't go to class as many as we did, because his nose always bleed, so he would go home early. I remember one time, when he or his counsin, Siti, had a pizza birthday party in class. After we had pizza, there was a surprise. A pizza mascot appeared in our classroom. Everyone was so excited to see the mascot, we all cramped the mascot. We surrounded the mascot and everyone was touch and slap him. He was Pepperoni-Mushroomed Pizza. He got tired of us surrounding him and slapping him, I think someone hit his face, anyways he went down on the floor and lie there. That's where teacher told us he died, or he's tired. I forgot. Fun day by the way.

There was this one time, where a girl brought over a scary movie, called Pontianak, means vampire. A long-haired girl with red eyes, pale face and sharp teeth. I was scared of it. When the girl brought it in, the teacher just grabbed the DVD and played it in the other classroom. I thought we don't have to watch it, but we had to. When the show started, I stood up and hid myself behind the shoe cabinet. I saw this kid, Adri, future best-friend of mine, who was late. He looked at me weirdly, but then after he settled in the classroom and he sat down and watch the scary movie. I was still hiding behind the shoe cabinet and I somehow managed to escape and went to my classroom. There I was alone in the classroom and I could do anything I want. I forgot what I did to the classroom. God, they were so brave! I'm the coward.

We had this huge exams. These exams can tell us whether we can proceed to the first grade of Yayasan School. I was so sad, because I don't how to do the exams. When I sat for the exam, during the exam, I wished and imagined that I have a black-rimmed glasses with maroon lens and the glasses that can extend and see others exam papers. I even imagined once the glasses extend, it goes invisible so teacher can't see that I cheat. I didn't have the glasses I wanted/imagined, so I just do the paper sadly in confidence.

When the results came out, I got straight As for all the papers. I didn't know how or what to feel, but my parents did. They were so proud of me. I didn't even know I was that smart. So during graduation, I had to wore this robe and walked across the stage and retrieve the award from the teacher for excellence. I wasn't the only one though. Anyways, when it was my turn, after I got my award, I stood in the middle of the stage and glanced the people who were there to see me. I saw everyone not happy nor sad, they just sat there and see us go on stage and had no clue what was going on.

We had recital where we wore a flower costumer and dance around on stage in a International Conventional Centre (ICC). Only my mom attended the recital, dad was busy. It was full house though, everyone wanted to see us dance. Each class has their own dance and costume and we had the flower dance and costume. Before we went on stage, I saw my mom sitting down, watching others dance. I waved at her and she waved back and she couldn't wait for me to go up the stage. When it was our turn, we went on the stage and danced. After we dance, we have to bow down. After I bowed down, I tried to find my mom in the crowd of audience, I knew where she was, but I couldn't find her. Spotlight was bright and the audience was in the dark. After few seconds of trying to find my mom, I looked at my friends, they were gone! They went off stage and I was the only one there. I looked on my left and saw the other classroom about to go on stage. I ran off the stage as quickly as possible and heard people laughing because I was alone on stage and ran off. Cute for some people because I was alone on stage with a flower costume and scared and ran off stage, but to me it was humiliating. Come to think of it now, it's kinda funny and cute.

That's all about my kindergarten life. I left some of it out because I don't know how to tell it and some I think is irrelevant. I might continue again, but it will be about my primary school life. So this will be the end of the post. Thanks for reading!