OF ASSES. AND PAVEMENTS. AND MORE ASSES.

If I was to move from place A to place B, which so damn near, I'll walk to it. Even though I had a friend who is going to same place by car. I mean, come on, traffic and all, I'd rather spend my time walking alone. Of course there are few things that will definitely come to my consideration. Whether it is too hot, or probably I'm sweating like hell, then I might consider the air conditioner in the car. But the bottom line is, I would prefer to walk.

Okay that 'would' totally spoil it. I'll definitely walk! Now there's the confidence.

I find the topic of walking to be very interesting. You know walking is probably one of the most common ways of commuting from one place to another, and it is probably the only way of commuting in the old days (logically) apart from animal riding. But nevertheless now and then you'll end up meeting people who find walking to be very stressing and not to be forgotten, tiring.

Also sweating. And knee-killing. And lung-damaging. Whatever.

It's not that I am so crazy about walking, and I'm totally not going to go around campaigning about all the possible hazards that a car can throw at you (or rather, throw you at), but it is something that I am very enthusiastic about. I know, 'walking enthusiast? Which era you're living in? Stone Age?' Well, apparently I am and I am sorry if you failed to notice that despite that I am indeed blogging.

I just find that walking seems to be the only thing that people who thought so highly of themselves really bad at. I mean like seriously bad at. Like how bad Justin Bieber is. That bad!

Note: I know I might upset many people by that last statement, but believe I don't care. It is really my own interpretation of bad. Just to please you, I think JB can sing, just that he sing the wrong song. And thanks to him, I now like David Archuleta. Nobody to blame but him.

Okay now I'm totally lost. Thank you Justin Bieber, you seem to have erased my memory. Lucky me you can't forge new memories...

Oh, right, walking. I love to walk fast. Like really fast. I don't know why. Although I've once thought that it might be caused by the influence of foreign movies. I really do like seeing all those people, walking, without care of what really happens around them, and walk really fast, with determination towards their goal. But I'm more on the 'walk fast eyes wide open' kind of guy.

I really hate walking behind a group of males you thinks they can score a job as male models just because they have the bods and asses of a male model. I mean, seriously, you have to walk that slow? Will you just hasten up, please? I mean I have other places to go and do other than being on your butt while you shake that thing.

That sounded bad. But, yes, I hate people you shake their asses and will not give way to me just because they think highly of themselves.

Well, I'm pretty tired now, I think I'm going to do something more... fun. Like reading books. And not walking. I don't walk if I'm tired. Except if I have to.

Would you like a walk?

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This is a very short update. I'm thinking of going back to my old self (an update every three days) after every possible hindrance is now out of the way and is considered as history. Wow. That sounded so good. Buhbye!

THANK YOU

Seems like it take a very important day just to have me actually updating this lovely, dear blog of mine. Be reminded, all this time I had tried to actually make an update, only to find a writer's block and failed to do so and then played games. Although most of the time I was actually bored of playing games and tried to drive away the boredom by making a (fail) update.

Anyway, today is indeed a very special day. Very special indeed. Today marks the day that, well, I'm old.

This is bad.

Usually what people would do is pretend that they totally forgot about their own birthday, hope that their friends, besties and all are kind enough to remember the date, and throw a super-special (and fake) surprise birthday party ever! Although, in my case, I can say that I do hope for such things, but judging from my own eyes, I know I'm not any close to having even 10 birthday wishes. 

Oh well, live sucks. Who cares?

Note: I'm totally addicted with Samba. And also with 'Mas Que Nada'. 

But that's what people usually have, or what I ever dreamed of. In reality, I really don't think it's about what people have for you, about whether that person had give you a present worth your friendship, whether you received a huge cake with your name on it and candles which amount to your age, with five years deducted from the current one that is. It's totally not.

I believe that being here, today, at my own birthday, is about what I have experience with all these amazing people all around me. My friends. These are the guys who are worthy enough to have my best wished and thanks and hugs on my own birthday, because they are willing be friend with me and stick with me up to this very day.

Although I know some of them are forced to, since I am such a guy. Anyway...

So, yeah, shout out to all my friends. Um, let see, first off, my BFFETWRSEO (best-friend-forever-even-though-we-rarely-see-each-other), my Honey Bee, Minem. Thank you for becoming my friend (gotta thank Aliah Selamat for being the middle guy). Thank you for all the experience and crazy things that we had done (which is none). Thank you for being yourself whenever we're meeting each other, and not some lunatics that I don't know. Thank you for still being here in my mind. Somehow this sentence just made me look like a total loner. Gosh. 

Thank you to all my other friends (haha) that are always there for me (although I do know that I don't need you. Like seriously. Why do you have to sit there when there's thousands of other place for you to sit? Now I know that you're here! You're supposed to be else where!). You guys are the best. Especially my fellow college-mates. You guys are the pinnacle of all awesome-ness! 

To my school-mates, thank you for your willingness to spent that five/two years with me back then in school. Just so you know, you guys still stuck in my mind. All of you. I'll never forget you guys (like how I totally forgot all my primary school friends). You guys are the ones who made me into what I am today. Without you guys, I don't think I'll ever be this Iqbal Ismail. Ever. Thank you.

To all of you guys who I knew from wherever it is, although I doubt you'll ever read this, thank you. Thank you for letting my name and me myself invade your brain and occupy a portion of your memory. I hope your memory capacity are not depleted. To you guys who added me in Facebook, or even those who knew me through this blog, thank you. You guys are the best strangers I've ever know.

To my lil' sister, well, you're fat, so whatever. Don't eat to much, you're only enemy is not your eating habit or not your stomach capacity, it's your own determination. If you're determined not to eat that much of food that you can consume, I'm sure you can strive at it too. And believe me, studies are not that hard. Just try not to be distracted in class, and you're good. Oh wait this is about 'Thank You' right? Okay so thank you for becoming my lil' sister, although I know you had no choice.

To my older sister, which is much older (hahaha), thank you for becoming the World's BESTEST-AWESOMEST-CRAZIEST-GREATEST sister ever! I could never wished to have any other sister than you. Although it is worth saying that I actually never did wished for any other sister because I know just how stupid that can be. Anyway, thank you for all of what you've done for me, although I know I've actually caused many troubles for you. You are still the best sister ever. Oh yeah, thank you for all those little monsters of yours. They're the best nieces I've ever had. Well, they're the only one I have anyway, for now. Pop another one in the oven, 'kay?

To my older brother, well, you've been the biggest bother in my life. But because of that, I've learned the hard way of what family really are. Although I don't really think I get it though. But still, thank you. Despite not being the inspiration of my student life (Ani is), I still have to thank you for being the counter-part of my inspiration. You are like the 'big bad guy' that I should not become. Hahaha. This is bad... Blame Mom for it, 'kay?

To my Mom, well, I want to give you the ever greatest HUGS and KISSES for delivering me today last 19 years. If it had been because of you (and Dad, of course), I would have not be here to write this post in such a bad way. I had to thank you for all the things that you had done for me. Although I may not look like I appreciate it, I just don't want to push you, 'cause you know you nag a lot. And by that I mean, A LOT. Like a hell lot. Anyway, I LOVE YOU!

To my Dad, thank you for being the person who always guided me down the right path. You had tried your best, that I can give you. I'm also trying my very best to follow all the things that you've taught me up until today, just don't worry about me. Focus more on yourself first. Don't worry about money and all okay? If Allah wills for it, he's going to give it to you. Just don't stress out about it. Give it your best, not the hardest. This is too long, so thank you, again.

I guess this is all. Okay then, I'm old, you've missed my birthday, and thank you.

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Shout outs to my new friends! YAAAAYY!! Ms. F and Ms. N although we only knew each other like for few weeks, I feel like I've known you long enough to get sick of you. You are the best! Especially since you're one of the 3 parties (you, Sue Anne, and my family) that actually took note of my birthday. And especially since your 'Buy 1 Free 1' voucher had filled my empty stomach with sandwich from Subway. Love it. Thank you so much. :)

I <3 YOU ALL!