Let's kickstart this "Biography".
Firstly, I am Amirul Shazzani.
I am whacky, So are my friends.
I get whacked out all the time.
I Enjoy Music.
I Enjoy seeing whacky people get whacked.
I am a diehard Arsenal Fan!
On my blog, my posts varies from daily updates to a personal insight into my life.
My posts too, can be joyful, and depressing the next.
My moods fluctuate, and I write what i wanna write.
So, before you draw your own conclusions and judge me.
Don't.

I'm pretty much giving up on updating this dump.

Since falling sick, I've totally lost my interest in writing anything intrusive or deep anywhere. I've not written a single rhyme(shit) in ages and my mind is no longer functioning well.

I have not been out of home since the tragic soccer match 2 days ago. I've not met with the people I love and the people I usually hang with. I'm a useless bum now, getting wasted on my bed and on my favourite couch, time and time again.

But I'm not that useless though.
I'm still in love, and I've had the best bunch of people to hang out with.
Just that we all have not hang in a long time.

Have a great day.
Im gonna read myself a book and watch some toons.

Good evening.

I spent a whole day at home.
To be frank, I've never been home this much and let me tell you this- It is killing me.
Life at home is no doubt extremely boring. There's so little to do. It's like for once, I had to really think of what to do for the whole day. Not that it took much. Cuz I spent my whole time on the computer and it wasn't eventful at all. Besides the computer, I had to attend to my mother's little favours. From switching off the fan, to taking the phone and to everything that someone could possibly, simply do themselves. Not that it's much of a big deal. But by the thousandth time she screamed my name, I was pissed. Like the occasional feeling one feels when they get irritated. Like, "what the hell do you want now?!".

But all of these are like a recollection of my memories back when I was still a kid. Back when I didn't have a maid to help out with things around the house. My mom used to be home and my siblings and I would be helping with the house chores and everything. But now, after spending so many years with someone to do things for you. It feels really weird when she finally leaves for home.

I now find myself doing my bed the moment I wake up from sleep, setting up the utensils for daily meals and what not.
It all seems weird to me. Having to adapt to this new lifestyle of mine.
The only reason I chose to stay home more is to help my mom whenever she needs me. I bet it's even more harder for her, having to take a break from work to care for my little brothers and having to keep the home clean and stuff. It's been tough.

But I'm gonna adapt to things sooner, if not later.

But yet, life's still at it's best.
that's fo sho'

Till then.

Blogger, I've neglected you too much and I'm extremely sorry.
I've been spending way too much time digging deeper into my inner thoughts and writing all of that down on Onsugar. So much that I've forgotten about my daily activities.

Well, as I've come to realise, these few days were pretty bad for me. I've had my battle with a very stubborn fever which kept coming on and off. Not to forget the stinging headache which comes with it and also the countless of hours I spent in bed moaning and groaning over the pain. I've never felt this horrible in the last few months. In fact, I've never felt horrible before this. I've been pretty much happy with life. But it took many micro enemies in my body to destroy the joy and happiness that I've become used to.

ahhh, this is terrible. It took me a whole lot of strength to come up with all this shit here. I wonder if people still come here :\
hmm.. I guess not. Since it's rotting to its death anyway.

Just so you know, I'm putting more updates on my Onsugar soon. When I'm well enuff to think.
For now, my bed awaits!

I've not had chicken in a while. If only I had the money....

I wish my heart had more answers. I need to know everything, I need to feel something.
Before I'm crushed by questions marks and thoughts that are left hangin'.

My favourite author has always been Nicholas Sparks.
Ever since the first time I laid my hands on The Notebook.

Romance has always captivated me. There's the possibility of a highly tragic ending or a beautiful one that could drift you to a nice trip to dreamland after spending the whole night reading.
I have a to admit... Okay, a confession really. I cried reading books by Nicholas Sparks.
He just has this incredible ability to pull the strings of my heart with his carefully weighted words.
His books could let your heart imagine the beautiful joy love brings to someone and could tear you apart explaining how much love could bring pain and suffering to someone too.

I had my hands on the 'the last song', the latest in his collection of books a month ago and I finished it within a week. The book was incredibly well structured. And I was really amazed at the fact that he not only managed to describe vividly how love began in this rebellious teenage girl's life. But he also managed to describe how she managed to reconcile with her estranged father before realizing that he had cancer all along. And all that happening in one summer. I wouldn't wanna spoil the details of the book. Have it in your acquisition and enjoy the beautifully written book.
I couldn't get my hands on 'Dear John' though, which I expect would be more emotional and moving compared to 'The notebook' and 'The Last Song'.

But February's coming in a few months anyway and the movie version of 'Dear John' will be coming out. So will 'The Last Song'. I'm hugely stoked. For you guys who wants to spend a wonderful evening watching a romantic movie with your loved one. Have a go at any movie by Nicholas Sparks.

It never disappoints.

I hope the world's going your way today guys.
And enjoy the holidays.
It's the the holidays to fall in love.
So make the most of it.

love ya.

Sometimes I wonder what I'd be in the distant future.
A miserable bum, shelved in the dustiest of corners? or an old man who has lived a wonderful life.

It's troubling, troubling to think that life could be a breeze now but a hell of a storm in the coming decades. I am afraid my decisions in life might stutter my journey to a memorable lifetime. So bloody afraid.
What if the decisions I've made now might not even come close to exceeding my expectations? What if the things I chose to leave behind would haunt me for the rest of my life as ugly regrets.
To think again, going with the flow was never as easy as it sounds.

I am still afraid. And I'll always be.
Don't change anything. please.

I could sense the sudden rush of defiance in me every single time my mother steps into my room to destroy my heavenly sleep. It has been goin' on for the last 3 days and I've always kept her hangin' and she'd have to come in for at least a third time to lure me outta bed. I hafta admit, I've been more of a bum lately. Cruising into class late, falling asleep and having my thoughts drifting into a quiet little world while lessons are ongoing.

I can't blame myself though. My energy's been hugely depleted from all the classes. I have soccer trainings in the morning followed by Physics or maths classes and then I'll have another 3 hour session of Mother Tongue lessons. And by the time I reach home, it'll be past seven in the evening and I'd already be crying out to be slave to my bed. Grueling don'tchu think? It's tough. But I'm taking all of this seriously so that adapting to all these daunting activities all at once won't be much of a bother to me in the coming months. Wow, To think how much of a breeze life was at the beginning of secondary school life. Now everything seems too fast paced.

Aight, Ima have my little bit of rest now before I go to bed and wake up at 7 the next day. I'll come back when I have time.