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A Letter To For The 16 Year Old ME

Tagged by Sue on this. Interesting... Let's see

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Hi 16 year ol' me,

This letter should find it way in to your hand around November aight, when you turned 16?

Fine. I don't believe in regrets pon and I do believe the good and the bad that comes in life mold us on who we are and who we befriended and try to be. So do what you set out to do cause you never deign to listen to advice pon kan? Dasar kepala batu gitu.

But, I think around this time, you are preparing to dump a guy because he was an arse right? I mean, helloooo... what kinda boyfriend mentioned that he raked up the phone bill because he is calling OTHER girl but he NEVER called you. Yeps, so dump his loserish ass. I support you in this decision and he left no dent in your life either. Believe me, you will keep on forgetting he used to be your boyfriend. But next time, keep the gifts from the ex boyfriends k? Macam best je tunjuk kat your husband later on for you to have your laughs out.

Also, try to be a little less bitchy, because I am beginning to be a mega bitch. But heck, I think it started even from early secondary school phase, so whatever la. Just be a little kinder to that weird akward big boned girl from the next dorm ok. You will regret for being unkind to others, no matter how heartless you looked. And you will feel the twinge of guilt later, not sooner.

Hmmmm. Around this time, SPM seems like million years away. I wish I could goad you to study harder, but I doubt you would listen. Sigh. But a little less sleep, daydreaming, main-main and a little more studying could probably make you feel less than a moron OK? Especially the science subjects. Don't just concentrate on History because it is more interesting.

There would be circumstances in life later that you wish you could change, if you insist or resist hard enough. Maybe, maybe. Maybe if the choices are different, there are life changing moments that I can't predict of. Maybe it would be for the good, maybe it would be for the bad. Who knows? After all, reality is not Sliding Doors. But wouldn't it be interesting if it is aight?

But let's not worry your 16 year old head on this... In the mean time, enjoy the cake that your loser soon-to-be ex boyfriend asked your friend to bake for you. Well, at least he got a few good points, better than some of your will-be boyfriends in the future. So maybe my last piece of advice, dump his ass, but be a little less bitchy about it k?


From,
Your slightly bigger and tired looking future self.

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Who should I tagged?

Beranikah aku mahu tag Pn. Chics yang gelemer itu?

Or does tired Shu would want to do this, to take her mind off her tiredness and her new home, and back to Sains Kota Tinggi days?

Or Dila, where even though she is a mom, she just feels like a little sister to me? (hehe...)

Or does En. Effi would want to advice his previous self on how to catch chicks? (Yes, I know En. Effi another pemes beloger turn up his nose on tag)

My husband? I will asked him personally la :P

Or Pn Sheema or Cik Seri mahu update belog mereka yang berhabuk itu with this tag?

Oh, the above I mentioned is the one I would like to tag.

Comments

Shu said…
"weird awkward big boned girl from the next dorm"

erm.. not me, i think..

erm.. (think again).. still not me.. never been next door to your.

erm.. (think harder)... eh.. i dont have any big bone.. my bones are among the smallest in the school!!!

definitely.. not me.

:p
Anasfadilah said…
kalau nak tulis surat pada 16 yr ol me..huh..berkajang-kajang la jadinye..jgn buat itu jgn buat ini jgn jadi bodoh dangat pasal lelaki..hahahah

lalalal..tidak suka dim asa 16

teenage angst org kata :P
Dils said…
Shu:
Hehe... Not you la obvs. Kalo delve lagi deeper mesti igt, sebab aku igt kite org dulu agak cruel la.

Tapi korang dorm Satria dulu baik sket. Hahah.



Dila:
Itu la kan. Tu yang last-last konsentret on that particular events time November when I was 16. Huhuhu...
chics said…
Cik laaa. Hahaha, oh dan saya tak glamerlah tak caya cuba tanya ning baizura, surely she will like "chics whooooooooooooo?"

Yeay I like this tag!
Dils said…
Haha.. Lenkali akan ku guna Ms. Chics
mommy nazeef said…
C.I.N.T.A monyet...huhu..mmg klaka kalau ingat balik kisah dedolu...
dueng said…
hahahaha. i even write a piece of this at my blog. i like this kind of entry, it does tell alot about yourself in most discreet manner.

Things you cherish, things you despise. It's a perfectly told story that not that preachy though some take away definitely tag along. :)
Dils said…
norish
Selalunye kalo tingat mesti duk tersenyum la


mangifera
Yups2. Kena duk pikir lama jugak what you feel when you are 16. And how different we had become from our past self? Its not too bad la. Hehehe.

Nuffnang

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