Someone please tell me im NOT eighteen.




okay fine. face it faizal. youre eighteen and so be it. now you can do things you have always been doing illegally have always wanted to do like car license, watch M18, drink, smoke, gamble, party, club, make babies etc.


let's blog about today.

firstly, thank you to all the well-wishers who spammed my inbox for like forever this morning for the hordes of smses on happy birthday, doing things the legal way and the like. once again, my deepest sincerity.

secondly. i received four mugs for my birthday. and a Hong Bao from Haniff XD. Okay it's different when you get mugs on your bdae if youre not from my school than when you're a devoted student of MUGgerJC. one mug from my old pal Alvin (A tigger mug from Disney - I LOVE THE MUG BRO!), a TeaBelly Mug from Fana (Along with 17foldedstars and a paper heart with beans pasted on it - Fana. Ive never met a sweeter sweetener person than you, thanks a mill!!), two workaholic Starline Mugs (from my darling sisters and brothers Raudah Liyana Azrai'e and Abdillah) which came in a fluffy hot pink paperbag that looks uncannily like a corset, which they forced me to take pictures with. with all this mugs, i hope i wont turn into a MUGger. Lol

and so Shamsydar said I had to attend a meeting at 8pm tonite. Okay fine, seeing that MBQuez hasnt had a meeting for ages, why not, i thought. But the fishy thing was the rest of the team members din mention nothing abt a meeting. So Sham and I met at small Macs at Tampines Interchange. AND WE SAW NADIA. and Sham was like whispering to Nadia "Go away! He's here!" (while glancing suspiciously at my direction) and Nadia playing along said "Oh! Hello! Im meeting my friend, gottago, bye!".

I knew something was up. So upon reaching sempang bedok with Sham, I was half expecting the rest of MBQuez to be there, but guess what No, they werent. And Sham and I settled down at a table, while she hastily made phonecalls secretly to (at that point of time I din noe who) Kak Aishah.

And I was singing "Hey Hey YOU YOU where are the rest! I-I-am-am getting very hungry!" to the tunes of Avril's "Girlfriend" (which is so bloody irritating I cant seem ta get it outta ma head). And Sham was still like, "Wait.. Kak Aishah is on her way.."

And after 15 minutes or so, waiting and giving up all hopes of ever eating,..

SUDDENLY CAME A LARGE GROUP OF VERY VERY FAMILIAR PEOPLE

(Kak Aishah, Zee, Liyana, Raudah, Nadia who was supposed to meet her friend remember?, Danial, Fahmi, Yan Kopeng, Yan Gengster, and later on Ustaz Ahmad and Isa)

and I was like, WHAT THE HELL! someone please tell me im on candid camera!!

and we all had a hell load of fun, my face getting smeared with chocolate cake (thanks Fahmi for the cake and YAN FOR THE CAKE TOO, ONLY NOW ITS ON MY FACE - and gang!) with Raudah writing "Legal to do anything" on a post-it and sticking it on my teeshirt, taking photos with the rest of the fityan family.

ATE ALOT. ordered Labanese Chicken Roast and really enjoyed the food. In fact even without the food i was VERY FULL because the fun and excitement we had laughing away and just being in the company we enjoy most, plus all the laughter made me full with so much warmth and love.

i was very very touched to have a celebration with the ones i truly feel at home with. I mean, some people can have their birthdays on 20th april too, but what is great about it when you have so many people celebrating with you but none are your true friends? But all in all, i am lucky to have all my brothers and sisters at fityan to enjoy together in the fun. except Mohksen wasnt there, but he had a meeting. still we miss him. but thanks for taking part in their devious plan to make me belief there was a meeting but in fact a partay! =D

Got another bag from zinc and wallet too! (thanks Yan, Zul, Isa and Lina!! I am gonna start wearing it soon la!)

A parker pen engraved with my name on it (GORGEOUS, Dan!)

A mini stuffed spongebob (ZEE! I LOVE IT LA!)

A new pair of converse shoes by Mom and Dad

A whole lot of cash from Gramps

and coming up more from aunts who said present is still shipping over. =D

and to Kak Aishah (by which at this point this post is starting to sound like a thank you acknowledgement speech) who treated the whole lot of us to food!

and to all well-wishers, attendees, and those out there, thanks!

BUT I AM NOT GONNA ADMIT IM EIGHTEEN.

1:23 AM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
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4:22 PM
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1:06 PM
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April the tenth, 2007
1919 hours

Dearest friends/relatives of the blog owner

On behalf of the team of experts who have conspired together and brainstormed on the many ways possible to make the project a success, I would like to express my heartfelt sympathy to the closest friends of Muhammad Faizal Bin Abu Bakar, (I/C No. S8912637Z) on the latest demise of our dearest friend.

The above-mentioned person(s) died peacefully in his sleep, shortly after publishing the previous blog post.

Symptoms of death and death-causing diseases were as follow:

- emotional trauma caused by internal conflicts
- physical stress and body ailments causing multiple illnesses
- mental degradation (as if this was uncommon to Faizal)
due to anxiety, paranoia, and depression

Causes of death were:

- depression due to inability to keep up with (insane) school work
- hatred for school and other school-related issues (like CCA, if you get what I mean)
- family screw ups. period.
- social disasters, including recent break-up with friends and total public rejections (no, he did not publicly propose on bended-knees to the countergirl @ McDonalds)
- lack of finance and the drive to get a life (really, no life.)
- late nights (attempting to do the homework that were never done)
- impatience over getting over and done with with A levels. (whose existence he seemed to forget)
- inability to achieve his personal dreams.

and lastly but never the least,

- living a life that was never his

again, one behalf of the team of people who has determinedly made the death of the above-mentioned victim, I, would like to thank the special few who has dedicated their life to ensuring that the above took place with ease and success, and they are (in random order):

- School
- School staff and administration (those involved, you know who you are)
- School syllabus (A levels) (and the many ways they make your brains retard)
- Family who has controlled over Faizal's (short) life
- Family who has deprived Faizal over the freedom of expression of (warped) interests
- Family who has lacked in providing (bare minimal) support and concern over Faizal
- Relatives who had high expectations and dependence of Faizal
- Self: sky-high ambitions mortally impossible to achieve (like growing a pair of wings and fly. to the moon. for a good evening chat with the local aliens over Starbucks regarding how wonderful life can be on the moon)
- Self: internal conflicts (you do NOT want to know. really.)
- Friends who never knew how lonely Faizal ever was. (when he was on the moon)

Once again, I would like to express my heartfelt sorry and sympathy to the friends and relatives of Muhammad Fa- wait, I forgot, he never had friends nor relatives in his very short lifespan (for they all forsook him in his greatest moments of need - especially when he got rejected by the countergirl @ McDees), and to the above-mentioned parties/organisations/individuals, I would like to express my utmost gratitude for making Faizal's life a living hell on earth.





yours faithfully and ever so,

Life.

























































All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

However, if you realise and are apparently aware that anyone mentioned in the fiction above happens to refer to you, (eg, School staff and administration, for instance), oh, dont feel guilty (which i highly doubt that you do feel the slightest hint of care in your elitist face), because really, the author cannot be bothered with your fckshit attitude. what goes around comes around. and dear, dear, sweetpie, wipe that shit off your face. enough nuzzling up ma ass?


6:51 PM
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