It was M's birthday a couple of days ago.. T threw eggs at her, and I threw the flour.. It covered her all over, except for her face.. haha.. Never knew it was this fun.. I guess I know my fate is sealed when my birthday comes around :P
The best part was, she didn't even know it was me.. Or at least she did a very good job at being oblivious.. After the whole scene, she secretly stuffed some flour in her fists - right in front of me - saying that her chaletmates were next.. Hmm.. I quickly bade farewell, lest I might be the target of flying flourballs.. heh..
My mom asked why I was so serious each time I was home.. What else is new.. Even my dad's been asking me the same thing.. I don't know, really.. Am I that serious? It's not like I don't like coming home.. In fact, it's the best thing I look forward to each week.. So what gives?
I've got to learn to be more grateful.. I take things for granted too much.. Sometimes I think why the heck is Allah so nice to me when I've been so bad to Him.. He's indeed the Most Merciful..
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NHA at 10:18 AM ::
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