it's a perfect denial.
zakir wonderkid.
woo!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
i'm feeling better now. only having sore throat. went to school as per normal today, but when i reached yishun mrt station, bumped into siddiq and harjana, siddiq asked why i never come school on fri & yesterday. blablabla, then took bus to school and bumped again to the rest of my classmates. wah siao, all asked me, 'eh why never come school sia/asal tk dtg sia/kau miss bnyk bende gerek siols.' i was like, 'erm, o-kayy..' and then i got to know i missed an AutoCAD test. zzz. by right, i've to come to school at 8am tmr for the test since i was absent yesterday, but heck care, tmr start school at 9.45am, so come at that time. hehe. xp

and it's like finally, i get to taste homecooked food. but it's not cooked by my mother, but my grandmum. but still, better than nothing. she's the only sole grandparent i have. she's from my mum's side. both my father's side are already gone. i really miss my late grandfather, from my father's side. when i was small, he always bring me down to the shop and bought me ice-cream. he always treat me. haiz. he's gone, almost 8 years already. everyday morning on dawn without fail, i would wake up and hear him recite the al qur'an. and now, whenever i wake up for school, i would hear my father recites it. i kept thinking to myself, i really must learn the qur'an.

mum's discharged again on last friday. and my grandmother is sleeping in our house to take care of her since my father is working, and my siblings are schooling.

maybe you're the one for me.

9:57 PM

rock on!


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ZAKIR.
18.
male.
resentful-affliction@hotmail.com

i don't really give a damn about what other people thinks about me.

i live in this world not for money. what's so good about money? you can't even bring money to your grave when you die.

speak out!

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