"We have arrive. So what now?"
Speaking of arrival, my Small 16th Birthday is here
After waiting for...well, let's not compute now,
but after another year, I am officially sixteen years old.
No special parties.
None.
Trust me, I watched enough MTV's Super Sweet Sixteen
to get horribly traumatized by the wasteful and bratty
behaviours of some rich kids that was intentionally
not edited out (good TV material, I guess).
I rather not.
Prior to any "Beth Swanson with her Tha' Club Par-tay
and giant helicopter entrance with the escort of ten
male harem carrying her in a pedestal so she could
flaunt her new champagne dress designed by
Karl Lagerfeld 'himself' with special appearances from
P.Diddy and Nicole Kidman", I choose to have nothing special.
That didn't stop my Dad.
On Sunday, two days before the actual date of my birthday,
he asked me : Where you wanna go today?
Hmm. I'll think about it.
My List of Things I Wanna Get/Do Today:
1. Earphone Extension.
2. New Shoes.
3. Tablet PC (if possible)
4. Eat at Kak Nong Restaurant.
When I narrated the Table PC part, my Dad said:
Not going to happen.
Well, I did said 'if possible.'
We ate at Kak Nong Restaurant
(the only time when I didn't want to buy curry puff, what is WRONG WITH ME?),
and afterwards, we spent three hours finding for shoes.
I only wanted ankle boots but there are none in the store.
So I found very nice denim wedges and was happy to leave it right then and there.
My Dad announced : No. I would not leave until you have four pair of shoes.
What?
Well, he did persists.
So we went around the shop finding for three more.
And have to ask the shop attendant to change sizes millions of times.
Dang me and my big feet.
*Sighs* It's okay. At least I have them.
We were about to give up at the final shoe---there is always a final shoe,
when my youngest brother (the only one that did not get left at home. Haha.),
found a silver buckle emerald flats. Classy.
He slipped it in my right feet and well...what do you know?
It fits. Perfectly. I don't even have to change sizes.
Destiny or what?
"It's good that we didn't left you at home, huh?" my sister and I remarked.
Honestly, if I was a Girl with Emerald Shoes,
my brother was a Bona Fide Prince Charming.
We finished purchasing the goods and
my father sets off to find his own slippers.
(The one pair of shoes he bought for himself cost
more than double for two of my pairs.)
And my sister found a cream-coloured flats.
Total Shoe Recount/ in pairs : 6
I'm a little impressed myself.
My earphone extension was also found
so now I could hear the music in my phone
without readjusting the wires vainly.
Secret Recipe was in order next.
summer brown wedges. my sister's.
white gladiator flats. my sister's.
the denim wedges. mines.
the silver-buckled emerald green flats. MINES.
It was a very good day.
I thank my Dad for it.
And Allah too, of course.
With my 16th birthday in just one more sunrise,
I am so amazed I lived this long
and to be so blessed while I'm at it.
Allah truly is TOO GIVING.
But that's God for you.
Humble. A lot of people forgot to be that.
I wish not to.
So thank you.
Family, Friends & World.
the Journey is Still Ongoing
I wonder who would be there alongside me.
