he has the same tall as me, the height of a model. he has a wide not too furry chest with three mole on it and a flabby sexy stomach. he`s born with nazi type skin, u can see her face turn blushing red when he is shy and his black hair is always combed neatly with gatsby on it. his sensational curve camel-like eyelashes is covered by his white frame spectacles. he do looks genius, as steve jobs but as a young quite prince charming-like.
he looks older than his age as he has a matured personality not like other teenagers among him. but there is no wrinkles on his forehead and no lines on his eyes. you will be in awe and surprisingly amazed to know that he`s only a SPM candidates once you know him as he is too widely knowledgeable by his age of seventeen.
we were in form two when i first met him, the year where i just reached my puberty. my height increase rapidly that year, so do my pimples on my cheeks. too much as the thorns on a rose.
i was standing among hundreds of debaters,basketballers and teachers queuing and waiting for abracadabra so that the big hall door will be opened. i mumbled and muttered as i was too bored to do nothing when i saw him and started a chat with him to avert my bored becoming worse. he`s an english debater representing his school, sains labuan, named hafiz, thats what he told me. our conversation stunted there as the hall opened and i instantly chow lefting him behind without saying goodbye, without dropping any contact-me notes to him. clock showed 9.30 p.m, i hadn`t had my dinner yet, i was really starving, my stomach rings me to feed it immediately, theres like a massive chaos, a fight between muhamad ali and undertaker, wwe famous wrestler. i really need to swallow foods that time. i quitely forget about him then.
it had been two years later when we met again. guess how, via facebook, a popular must-know social network nowdays. we become friend, bestfriend, almost lover most-likely. we care about each other too much, about our health, our family and plus our education. but there is one unexpected incident that make me hardly to forget him. end of october 2011, both of us were having end year examination,SBP inline test, an exam that will identified how were our achievement in mastering form four syllabus. i was having quite difficult time on the moment the examinations conducted. i really cant focused and stressed out because of my abundance over whelmed problems, but i truly must for my exams to recovered some of it and the best thing is, i have nothing to vomit on my paper sheet later.
thank god theres hafiz, he helped me a lot, he dare to stay up all night long to help me prepared for my exams. he also did abetted disclosed the examination questions as his school had answered it a week earlier. he helped me too much, his my fairy god mother, my survivor. as the result, i can answer my papers calmly and had not failed although i was too lazy to memorize answers given by him before. but, its fine, really, i`m quite happy with my result, at least my i dont have to hear my mom babbling on me. it was only when i was little bit older that i understood how meaningful this relationship was. please dont assume that i`m misused our friendship, it just that, his determination adore me a lot.
it had been a while we were closed now, and it seemed like i knew him for years. we have become inseparable, as the sea and shore, seashore. ghee. i have learnt to appreciate the guy which never mingy of anything. he was created with a 24 hours working excellently brain but did he never averse to share his knowledge to people. he patiently thought me chemistry, repeating the same thing over and over again eventhough he knew that i`m a slow learner as my brain cant digest all the chemistry symbols and equations efficiently. he was also born with a silver spoon but yet he wasnt proud of snobbish of his family golden toilet richness. he was not master of one and did he was not jack of all tricks, he was master of everything, but skateboarding was an exceptional as he always fell, but still majority he can done it greatly. yet he never failed to donate his very humbled and generoused to help others. his my row model, my idol, i really want to be like him one day, a warren buffett, a philanthropist but with the marilyn monroe appearance version, not steve jobs. chucks...
my acquaintance with him has changed my perspective towards life. he has thought me to love the life you live, it was actually a phrase printed on one of paris hilton`s legging, i saw it on television once before. he tells me to face my fate with an opened heart and except god`s will. he also guide me to know big man better and pray whenever difficulties befall on me. on the other hand, he did offered himself to be my tutor for my SPM. he always reminds me and tried to convince me that SPM is sijil paling mudah just to blow away my fear and not to stressed out.
he is my mentor, my patient and gentle adviser and my bestfriend ever. he thought me freely and does not hesitate to scold me when i am in the wrong instate reprimand me softly.
now that i am struggling my best for my SPM. i must score 9a+ as i had promised myself to further in my study in france one day. i will try my best to fly there with my flying colors SPM ticket and joined him to materealise our dream together.
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