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tariq_kamal tagged me on his blog. Man, I have the lousiest memory ever.
1985: 20 years ago.
All I remember at age 4 was colouring a big square and a big circle in kindergarten. Unlike the other kids, I coloured within the lines, because that was what Daddy taught me to do.
I think it might have been this year that I was busy throwing a tantrum at the top of a long flight of stairs, yelling for Mama who would not answer my calls. I stomped my foot over and over again until I missed my landing and tumbled down the stairs like a wheel, head over heels.
I've frequently blamed all my mental flaws upon that incident.
Later that day, I was rushed to the hospital. All I remember about that was being on one of those beds with wheels and everyone pushing my bed, rushing me somewhere or other. Mom was looking at me with a worried face, and she told me, "It's okay, Hani, it's okay." But that was what made me confused, because I thought, Of course it's okay! What's wrong with Mommy? She's being weird. I was too young to understand.
1995: 10 years ago.
I was in Form Two when I met serabut for the first time. I thought she was cool, because she didn't care what people thought of her. I took her as my example, and prompty slept through the rest of school, because I finally decided not to care about what other people thought. Mwahaha.
My mother was diagnosed with fibroid cysts in her womb and had an operation to remove her whole womb and one ovary. I spent a lot of time at the Pantai Medical Center in which she recuperated.
She got a nasty infection, which caused everyone else to panic and had her screaming in pain as the nurses squeezed the pus out of the surgical wound. However, this was something that was told to me, not something I experienced myself, because I was in the corner, mesmerized by a copy of the latest Cosmpolitan magazine during the whole incident.
Mama got fired. I felt guilty that I felt glad.
2000: 5 years ago.
I felt relieved that I was no longer dating a minor, because he had turned eighteen.
I moved back to Malaysia from New York and worked in Body Shop and enjoyed myself immensely. I think I spent at least twice the amount of money during that period, than I actually earned.
I signed up for a three-year course for a Bachelors of Commerce in Public Relations.
2002: 3 years ago.
Was living pretty much by myself at the edges of the city center but Mom moved back to Malaysia, and I moved back home.
Tariq left for London and I found it difficult to deal with missing him. Hell, I did not deal with missing him well at all.
We dubbed my little Kancil HANIcar.
Switched from PR to Marketing to stay all three years in Malaysia, rather than twin over to Australia. Ended up taking longer than three years to graduate.
Became infamous online.
2004: Last year.
Bloody hell, I hate dates. I can't remember what happened when.
Stopped the Shrine of Honesty of Sorts and began Practising Discretions.
Mama made contact once more and I didn't really know how to handle it. I did find a little closure.
Tariq came home and I've been very very happy.
2005: This year.
So many accomplishments this year!
I'm graduating! I got work! I'm getting engaged!!
2006: Next year.
And what follows an engagement?
2015: Ten years from now.
At age 34, I hope I'm earning more than RM3,000....
I'll have a kid or two, I hope.