It was my night out- got on my jeans and head down to the boulevard, the city lights were lively and invigorating! I went pass that Chinese bar and got carried away by the strum of that old guitar. Just a little walk down the block and there she was - waiting patiently for me. I can't help but admired that immaculately dressed girl, it seems like everything she wears is beautiful and not to shabby.

I recovered my fascination and got closer to her. She grabbed my hand and took me to our spot and as usual, without any words to utter, i followed her as she leads the way. We got to that neatly carved bench, it has been there before i was born and countless of memory and story sparked here. I spent most of my childhood here with her. As i were catching her waves, she stood still in front of me, in the dim of silence. We sat on that very bench and watches the wide open lake in front of us.

She touches my leg and felt her getting close. I let my guard downs for her and drenched in her deep conversation. And i know that every time i compliments her beauty, she would just whispered to me that under these skin, she's just like me. I gazed at those sleepy eyes and before i knew it, she felt soundly on my shoulder.
Without knowing it, we stayed that way till morning came.

I whispered 'Good morning' into that pinkish ears and gave her a piggy back ride home. We laughed our way and cherish that beautiful moment. I hugged her in front of her apartment, and waved goodbye. Until then my friend...

Dreaming Out loud ....

On the verge of SPM, everyone in their seventeen is struggling through thick and thin, burning the midnight oil and giving it all they got to get the best result in their SPM. I looked at everyone around me, so tense and so rigid. I looked at the person in front of me, barely able to open his eyes and having dark colouration round his eyes, signifying the inadequate sleep that he gets. I looked at Faris on my far left, he's struggling to keep his head up, nodding constantly like the oscillating pendulum in physics experiment.

It then came to me, that my friends had changed, they're no longer the invigorating friends of mine, they're the slave of SPM. They no longer have time to talk, to hang or to look. I sympathize them, i really do. Even though i am also in the amidst of it, but still, i take my time to enjoy the pleasure of the little things in life because it's what that makes me a human being.

I shouldn't be cramped out with life and leave absolutely no space for myself. I don't want to lose my childhood, lots of children nowadays are missing out on those kind of things. Here some of the things that we left behind just so we can be called 'mature' :

Playing by the fountain

Sitting by the campfire

Playing with friends

Hanging out

Watching the sunset

Playing in the rain

My therapeutic disclosure....

I guess it's safe to say that just because a guy is crying, it doesn't make him any less man because everyone has emotion. Having said that though doesn't mean that you should break down like a cry baby and start getting on everyone's nerve, it's just common sense for us to know on where to draw the line and not to go over it.

So what i have to blog for today is something revolving around my therapeutic disclosure-on how something that could drives a soul to weep, could also drives him to be a better person for him/her or even to the mass itself. So i'm the kind of guy that gets easily touch by these kinds of elements, not that i'm easily weep, but i'm easily captivated by them.

I have a weird way of motivating myself-on how i could easily immersed in sad stories or songs or even movies. And at the end of the day, it got me into a state of where i feel the need of humility is a sheer interest. Just the other day, i was in 5 Maju with Danny and Faris because it was english lesson. Unfortunately, teacher Ezah was not around and we were left to loiter around and do whatever we favour. As for me, i grabbed this years literature book, "Step by Wicked Step" and started to read while listening to Taylor Swift's Back to December.

To start with, the story of Ricahrd Clayton Harwick was already freaking sad, and listening Back to December at the same time just simply made me burst into tears. I tried to cover it up, leaning my forehead to the table, in hope that no one would see me weeping. After a while, i stopped, i can't go any further, if i did then i would cry even harder till the whole class notices me. I put the book down, wipe my tears away, stood up and pretended as if nothing's wrong.

Later that evening, i had more time to reminisce because somehow i feel that i should do just that and the book really taught me something-on how life is not always like a rainbow in the sky and to acknowledge the dark side of life which very few of us really comprehend. I tried to put myself in his shoe and contemplate on what could happen.

In the end i started to feel better, regained my conscious and maturely grew up. Thank you my therapeutic disclosure ....

Webcam wonder :)

Yes ladies and gentlemen, Wazir has done it again :)

Although it felt a bit awkward and absurd but i managed to get myself together and make the very best of it. I know that some of us might not have any problem at all with showing themselves off using webcam but for a shy guy like me, it's something that i might think twice about-or more for that matters.

Anyway, it was inspired by many surrounding factors be it friends or independent youtube actors. After watching them and enjoy laughing along with what they have to show, and so i said to myself, "hey, why don't i give it a try?". So i stood up, turned on my notebook and glared idly at the sophisticated piece of device, the camera light is on and i can already feel chills running down my fragile spine.

"Man up Wazir! You know you can do this!" I exclaimed to myself in hope that it will somehow abate the storm rush, whirling in my nerve. I pressed 'record' and so it goes.....

*SORRY BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THAT VIDEO SO YOU MIGHT WANNA LOOK AT IT IN MY FACEBOOK PROFILE*

After the 3.09 minute recording, i uploaded in my Facebook account and tagged a few people, and soon i began to receive lots of positive feedback and i really really really really liked it!
Thanks to Apel for tagging other people on that video :) And soon, people started to support it and complimented me, i felt great .
hahahahaha . thanks everyone!

Wristband :)

Glory in Cross-Country :)

The day I've been waiting for arrived-the school annual Cross-country for 2011!

In last year clashes, i managed to attain the 4th place, what about this year? Based on yesteryear achievement, many dubbed me as outstanding because i was the 2nd form 4 to arrive with the time of 23.54 minutes on a 6.2 km trek.

This year, i trained hard and intensively, trying to win the first spot for this year event. 4 days before this year event, we had a trek training using the actual trek. And for that awesome day, i managed to come out 1st with a time of 23.12 minutes because i wasn't really pushing it. But still, i managed to leave hundreds of other formidable contestant with a bombshell daylight and i was freaking please alright.

On the day of the event,

Kay z was freaking nervous and started to lose his confidence and psychological advantages. Even while warming up with me, he murmured, " Wazir, camne ni? aku cuak doe, billy tu laju, pidot tu laju, ammar tu....dye burst kang habis kita..". Poor boy, he kept on mumbling frantically and doesn't even know his own strentgh- he has no idea how fast he is and how everybody actually looked up to him as the standard to beat. He's extremely fast, especially when he has that light-weighed body and quick feet, quicker than a rattling fish on dry land. He just need supports and someone to motivate him, and luckily i was around.

kamarul zuhair (kay z)

As soon as the principal pressed the honk, me and kay z burst through the trek, striding and trying to get an early lead but what the hell happened was that kimi-the underdog, the guy that no one thought would be a tough fight to win, sprinted and took the early lead. He's fast but no one ever thought that he was that fast! Me and kay z maitained the lead and after 3km or so, i dropped back and maintained my own pace.


Kimi maintained his lead and took the first spot, kay z stopped for 5 times but still managed to steal the second spot. Arriving at the 2nd last curve, i saw my teacher and i waved . she suddenly exclaimed, " Rumah Hishamuddin, laju lagi! ". And i was like, " What the heck mane datang lak rumah hishamuddin ni? aku rumah halimi", and when i turned to my right, i saw Pidot, just running by my shoulder. F**k that creature, i sprinted all my strength in an attempt of trying to make a daylight with him and for almost 800m meters i sprinted, i realised that i can no longer throw my feet wide anymore. And in less than 45 seconds, Pidot passed by just in front of the school and took the 3rd place....

Me, rambo and irfan, leading the cheer :)

Pidot , me and fuad :)

Shit :( . . . Guess i had to settle in for 4th place again this year.... but i managed to improve my time with 21.32 minute- a new personal best even though i strongly believe that i could have done better :)