Heh, I'm really getting friggin tired of people nowadays.I'm currently referred to Hafiz. If you don't know who Hafiz is, he's the guy that's 2 years older than me, he goes to the same school as i do and guess what HE WAS IN 4C TOO (my current class) and yeah, he inherits those luscious curls just as i do. I guess it's true that every man has 7 identical look -alikes in the world. But hey, I'd thought it would be around the world ya know, as in internationally, not the 2 years older than me,same town,country,curly hair and same class kinda guy sigh. I bet there's an Indian look-alike of me out there *eyebrow2* . Well then back to the real world. It was Sunday the 26th, 6am. I was up an early ready to gaze on to the peaceful and calming morning. I made myself a burger and some hot dogs. I was off to cycle around the neighbourhood just to reminisce myself and enjoy mother nature. The thought of despair and stress were out of my mind as i cycled around. Abah came along as well, it was good that he wasn't going to waste his Sunday by lazing in bed.
We came upon a bunch of sultan and the agong himself passing by the main road. I couldn't stand the fact that those nosy cops had to shove us over even though we were cycling at the side of the road. They'd yell out "KE TEPI KE TEPI, OUT OF THE WAY OUT OF THE WAY!!", you see the main reason they do that is to ensure that the sultan/agong reaches to his destiny on time. But you gotta say, being rude is just harsh sometimes eventhough you didn't mean to do it. I was so pissed after the 4th sultan passed by i called one of the cops a "loogey" (just a word i use to describe fuglish people). Abah didn't know because he was panting like hell, as in HUUUHEEHUUUHEEE and yeah it was pretty funny :D So then the cop slows down his big bike to match his speed with my bike. He then turns to me and asks me "Do you know what responsibilities we carry towards the sultan and his.......AIEH! you look like Hafiz!!!!!". I swear that was so damn embarrasing i was about to dig my own grave.As a result, i waved at him and said "Yes, I do look like him.Why whatsup?" and the cop was just complimenting my hair seemingly how it resembles Hafiz. He waved at me the sped up his motorbike.I mean what kind of looney cop stops just to say herendous comments to my face? Who does he think he is? John Travolta? No. So then, I was kinda glad that i didn't get the F bomb from the cop. Eventually abah and I completed our cycling escapade and then returned. If I were to learn anything, it was that :
1) Always make sure the hair is noticable
2) Cops in Sarawak are fanatic over Hafiz
3) Cycling is good for health
4) Always bring a watter bottle
5) NEVER FORGET TO PUMP THE TYRE OF YOUR BIKE
6) Syed Mohd Ashraf is not in any relation or whatsoever with Hafiz AF7
ME!
NOT ME!
Geddit? Think twice, wash your eyeballs if you have too. Teehee,till then, HENSHIN!!
