I AM OLD!

Well, technically, it's my birthday.

And there is one wall post on my Facebook account that really made me laugh. It's actually from my friend from Al-Khobar, and her name is Kiyah Clemence. And she wrote this : "Happy Birthday! NOW You are ONE YEAR closer to dying!".

It's creepy, and at the same time funny.

I think this is the best birthday I will ever have. Not to mention my previous birthdays that are seriously, awfully boring!

Anyways. I got a Ipod for my birthday. And I was asking my dad for one since last year and he just kept saying NO! Well, when I asked him one day, HE SAID YES!!!

I am so happy that at least one thing that I wanted was given to me. WITH NO SWEAT DONE!

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY OF MY STINKING LIFE!

Shaved!

I know this is very irrelevant, but get this.

Last night, before I even go to sleep, I planned of shaving my facial hair off, because it has been my yearly routine and since my dad won't let me shave regularly like, once a month. It's all because of him shaving it then the growth was horrible so he has to shave regularly because when he let it grow, it would look like...... you know that!

So after I shaved, I looked at the mirror, then started laughing.

Well, when Jared, my older brother, looked at me, he said that it fits me to have a beard rather than being shaved.

And for the very first time, I agreed with him.

I look like someone I don't know. And it's very funny!!!!!!

The Youth Conference of 2010

OH yeah........Never forget this one.

As a L.D.S. youth, it has to be my duty, my desire and my obligation to attend such event especially in this part of the world. In the cluster of countries that has different views of the life that makes our practice of faith difficult to express or show due to the fact that they prohibit the activities or the services.

One thing is very amazing though, despite the fact that they stop it, we, the L.D.S. , still managed to find away of doing such event even though there are hindrances, conflicts to school, or even work. But there is always a way for us to unite. And it's God's way of making us united despite of age, nationality, status of life, or the color of the skin.

All over the years of attending this event, it's very enlightening that we all came from different countries of the Middle East. We go and meet up on this country, we do some service projects, have some other people from different wards of the Middle East.

The first part of the Youth Conference, The Travelling Part.

Going to Bahrain is not hard, it's not easy too, but let's stick to the not hard part, and we go there by land, which is somehow long if you are impatient, but this is my oppurtunity of taking a large peek of the whole part of the desert. Stupid? I don't think so. On your way, you will see that the sand from the nearing border of Riyadh changes to different colors upto the nearing border of Dammam-Khobar. And also, you get to see different types of camels. From the One humped camel to the Bacterian camel, in colors black, white, beige, and brown. It's not much of a scenic travel but on our way, this is the time to really know what kind of country is Saudi Arabia. And i would say it's not really bad. In fact, they are way better than where I originally came from.

Next part of the Youth Conference, The Arrival.

Since we were the first ward to arrive, we took the liberty of the going to the basement and hang out, but obviously the Bahrain is always the first because that is their ward to start with. This is the time to take pictures, be hyper while the other wards are not yet there, and to meet some leaders who are seriously kind and nice.

The third part of the Youth Conference, The Food.

This is one part of the Youth Conference you can never forget, EVER! Because they have wide range types of food there, including Mexican, American, Filipino, and many more. And the way they do it and serve it, seems like there is the touch of heaven. You just can't stop going back to get some more and more and more until you feel bloated. ( I am not encouraging glutony here, OK?)

The fourth part of the Youth Conference, The Dance.

Well, this one gave me the complete headache the day after.The music for the dance were highly chosen and strictly monitored. The start of the dance was kinda low because most of the youths are too shy to go to the dance floor. But there are some who are always hyperactive to go to the dancefloor and drag people in. Well, I was one of the dragged people, but I dragged some. The songs were very nice and many enjoyed it.


The fifth part of the Youth Conference, The Testimony Meetings.

At this part, this is the time where the youths have their opportunity to bare their testimony. What I bore was kinda freaky that made many people  of the Y.C. to ask how did I managed to do such and made some worried and concerned. And this is the time where you would really feel the Spirit, even though you don't feel like baring your testimony. And this is also the time to show what you feel or experienced from the past or something.

The sixth part of the Youth Conference, The Beaching.


Well, I must say I really enjoyed this part, even though after this part, many have suffered from sun burn which is very unpleasant, or the overtanning if you didn't desire the one you had after this part. Well, we had some games that really gave me great joy despite the fact that we always lose in our team. Anyways, it was really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really fun. No matter how you participated the whole part, you would enjoy it.

The seventh and the last part of the Youth Conference, The Departure.

It's very very very sad to leave the place, especially when you made new friends. It breaks my heart to see them leave and to see you leaving them. But we can't stay for long. We still have our lives to work on, lives to take care of, and lives to make. ( I am not referring to making babies, OK?) You know what they say: " Facebook is always there to connect us with each other.".


The whole part of the Youth Conference, It's totally amazing. No doubt.

And I wish I will remain a youth.(Dream ON!!!)

And I am so totally grateful to have such an event. The whole 72 hours was worth spending.

Graduation

Well, I guess this is it.

The start of another chapter in our life. (YEAH RIGHT!!)

Well, not for me. It's just the start of page for me, because I am still planning to complete high school. Not here in Riyadh but in other places. Just like Canada. Since my dad has some plans of going there, why not join him, right?

Anyways, the graduation ceremony is not that long, which is a good thing. And, no dramas, which is also a good thing. If there is one person who cried in the batch song, it's probably Rayyan. Well, you can't blame him. He's been to that school for more than a decade.

The whole ceremony went like this:

It started with the procession of the graduates, the faculties, the board of directors, and the entrance of colors.

Then, comes the singing of the national anthem, the school hymn, and anything else happened.

Well, there is nothing special about our graduation, I got my medal for being the Math Champion.

One thing that didn't happen in our graduation, no girls in our batch cried, at all!!!! Like, each and every graduation I saw or attended to, girls cried.

IT'S A BORING GRADUATION!!!!!

Can't blame them though.

CAN'T BLAME THEM ENOUGH FOR NOT MAKING OUR SCHOOL YEAR GOOD ENOUGH FOR US!!!!!

UGH!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!!

Well, enough hot air and boiling blood.

As long as I have a medal, that is cool for me.

THE GOLDEN MEDAL!!!!!!

The House Bumming Moments

I can't believe that I made almost a week without going to school. What a bummer! (Not really! LOL!) All I did was clean, cook, (LOVE IT!) bug my youngest bro, (PUNK!) sleep all day, be awake whenever I want to, do the laundry (SUCKS HARD!!!), dry them up (SUCKS EVEN HARDER!!!), watch TV, facebooking, chatting online, surfing the net, and more bugging.

Even though it has made me too lazy to go to school, it's cool to get off the living hell of living irritations of life just like bullies for one, annoying teachers, even more annoying children from the lower grades, and lastly, the blazing heat.

Miss the important things in school, you will ultimately feel great! FOR REAL!

The Over-night Party

Well, it's been few months since my best friend and I hanged out. All we've done for that night is nothing but watch movies, play internet games, eat, disrupt each other's Facebook chat mates( if you had a chat with me from that Wednesday, it's not me who is chatting with you, it's Aron who you are chatting with!), and right after that, we both fell asleep to exhaustion. Just a few hours of sleep, we both woke up 9 in the morning, without the awareness that he has his defense for science. Then after, we ate, ready our selves, and went to my former school which is his school. First thing I saw, Mary Rose. After that, we went to their computer lab. While they're having their exams for the computer subject, I started bugging my former classmates.

Right after their defense, we went back to his house. Ate dinner, then after, we bid our goodbyes. Well, I think it's my time to invite him over to my house.

(I am so glad I get to finish this post! Every time, hindrances are always in the way to stop what you wanted to do. Pretty stupid!! I HATE IT!!)

Garage Sale

If there is one thing I really hate in school, that would be the garage sale thing. Honestly, this one consumes almost all of my stuffs at home. Like, Come on! Do I really have to do this?! And it is awfully exhausting. Selling things, shouting what you are selling, or hearing those people on the laptop section on the payment of those customers who wants to play the War Craft game. Not to mention the awfully stingy customers who are buying on those sales and they will turn you down, terribly! And the other thing I HATE about it, its connected to our project. So here is how it goes. It depends on the net income that we earned for that day. And that is a competition against the girls, since we are separated from them. And then, the one who gets the highest income earned, that one will get the grade in any subject the teacher tells of 100. And if you're a certified loser, you get the grade of 75, which is very dismaying. My point, I just hate garage sales. PERIOD!!