By starting this blog, I feel like I'm obligated to give my readers a brief introduction about myself. For a guy that has been the only child of the family for more than 22 years, I'm not much of a talker. Writing is more amicable to me than speaking incessantly. Though, I'm not a frequent writer. Occasionally, I'd write the things I feel worth noting. A constant reminder so I wouldn't make the same mistakes twice. Once beaten, twice shy, as they'd say. Also, my lack of creativity doesn't help me to write a good post either. By the way, forget about that ambitious once-a-week update of my blog. It's quite unfeasible for me to achieve. Hee.
One might say that I'm an introvert, and one might be true. As introvert as I am, I have a small circle of friends that I can rely on. From time to time, I would holler them whenever we're simultaneously in our hometown. Arrange a breakfast session together or just share a cup of coffee at the nearest cafe. Although, sometimes we would find ourselves back to the same old topic, the company is nevertheless pleasurable.
At home, I have my caring and loving mother. She would always have something to say or talk about. That's one of many things I love about my mum. The house would be so bland without her. Though, her interest of getting me hitched with someone according to her preferences can be somewhat annoying. Sorry, Ma. And there's my Dad. The one that would give me advise and support me in whatever I do. From my interest in playing the guitar to my athletic life as a bowler. I remembered that he would drive me everyday to school, a month before my SPM starts, and prep talk me during our drive to school. Motivate me to do my best in the exam. Normally, I'd have taken the van. And so, I'd say alhamdulillah (praise be to Allah) for all the blessings He sent to me through all these people that I've known, especially my parents.
Other than that, I'm just a guy trying to fit in with the world. Sometimes I can be so insignificant I feel like I'm nonexistent. I think that's why The Perks of Being A Wallflower resonates with me. Minus the terrible accident and the fact that he had found a girl, Charlie is my fictional self.