the cheese cake story

A few days ago, on the Chinese New Year’s eve, my family and I went out to do some shopping. We spent quiet a lot that day, yes; we look like we have a lot of money but in fact, we don’t. We bought my little brother’s Adidas shoes (which cost him almost RM300), my new jacket, my father’s new t-shirt and also my youngest brother’s new sandals (there’s more, but I can’t list them down). During dinner, I asked my mother if she wanted to try a Secret Recipe cheese cake. So I bought her three slices of the cake, as I may recall, that is Black Forest, Blueberry Cheese and Chocolate Cheese. Some of them were very nice to her, but some other was too ‘cheesy’. Talking of the cheese cake, I remembered something very nostalgic. My girlfriend likes cheese cake very much. I remembered back one time when we went out together, while waiting for the commuter at the station, we shared a cheese cake. That is the time when I feel very close to her. She always likes the cheese cake, even if it was not a Secret Recipe one. So come to think about it, I missed her so damn much. I think I should make it up again with her. We have been fighting for times recently, and I think I acted terribly on that. It was my fault. Enough about my personal matters, I know you like (menyampah betol aku bace blog Syahmi ni, x abes2 citer pasal awek…) with my blog. My most sincere apology for that.

We all enjoyed the day very much (please note that we refers to my family and I, not my girlfriend and I). Our economy has been quiet approving recently, for my father has to go outstation for times in a month (he worked as a Radioactive Protection Officer, a RPO, who grants license to factories). However, I can’t help but to worry about him. The trip from Kuantan to Butterworth is not a stone’s throw away, and he was just taking the bus there. I had always prayed for his safety during the trip.

Syahmi is; worried about his father, missed his girlfriend so much and thankful to God.