love is in the air;)

No. my blog post does not have anything to do with the blog title. ;)

Yesterday was my girlfriend’s birthday and it was also sports a day! Sports day, I mean. It was the bomb. Every hard work everyone had put into was tested on that day. Ok, bad news first. We lost. Kawad kaki and we got fourth overall. But it was ok. For some reason, I think Hijau has a curse. OOPSIE! I’m serious. I’ve been in that school since I was in form1. And nothing seems to work for Hijau. Ok, maybe once. We won second place for marching. But just ONCE! Get me yet? Yea, whatever. I wore sweater for kawad! Under the burning hot sun. Was I sweating? Hmm, I wonder! DUH! We had our face painted white. That too was burning. The kids wore black long sleeve and green top. Face painted white with green whatever thingy at their eye. It’s beautiful. To me at least. Merah was gorgeous. Alisha, it paid off. You being mad at them and all. It paid off! CONGRATULATIONS darl! You still owe me a story. Heh.

Oh, after sports day we went back to Fawaa’s house. Ok, let me start from A to Z. nana hashim, Fawaa’s best friend, texted me about a week ago and we planned to plan a surprise party for our best friend Fawaa. She asked me, I asked my friends. And the plans started out well until the day itself. Aih. We could have pulled it off ok! But no! Someone just had to go back home! Ugh. The tables were already set up when we got back. And Fawaa was like, “OMG. Are you guys throwing me a surprise party?” bitch voice. Ahaha. And me, being sarcastic, “Yea, Fawaa. Memang kitorg suka buat surprise party untuk Fawaa last minute. A ah.” And she gave me her Bengang look. Ahaha. We went up and bathed. Different time ok. Not in the same toilet. Ahaha. I called nana and told her that we’re at Fawaa’s house. She macam, “I don’t get the plan mim!” she called Fawaa’s mum. Fawaa’s mum bawak dia keluar and one by one came. Yasmin, Nana. Blew balloons. Many popped than there actually is la. Nana’s cupcakes were cute. It was too sweet but ok. There were drummets and nuggets. Fries. Air sirap. Oh god. It’s making me drool writing this. I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet. Blablabla. Amy, Ana, Myra and Teeq then arrived. Late. And a few minutes later, Fawaa arrived and SURPRISEE!:) she was shocked. It is shocking. Even to us. Ahaha. Fun! It was nice. We ate. We took pictures. We sang! We talked. Nana danced. And that was it. It was fun. It was simple yet fun. Happy birthday baby! We love you even if you were as fat as you were before. Even if you’re that stupid or smart. We love you even when you say things the other way around. Bottom line, you rock. You made everyone’s day, a day to look forward to:) xoxo.

To Rumah Hijau, I’d like to say thanks. Sorry. Thanks because you guys were the bomb. Even if we didn’t win, we did it our way. Sorry because I was harsh on you. Sorry we didn’t win. Sorry we couldn’t make your year a big change. But we did it anyway. even after people coming up to you saying that Hijau has never won anything before. You guys were never down. Thank you for that. That’s what matters. And to Azadri, I’m sorry I didn’t reply your text message. Ran out of credit darl. I love you too. I know deep down you have this hatred feelings for me but I don’t mind. I hold no grudges against you. I pray for the best for you. Not just you. For those who hates or loves me too. To those haters, I don’t know what I’ve ever done, and if I did do something wrong unintended, sorry. No hard feelings. And for those who loves me, I love you guys too. ;) I hope that next year, or years after this year, Hijau can actually do something different for a change. Let them walk out of the stadium with mouth wide open when we win. If we don’t, its ok. Its not the end of the world. As so Azadri would say.