I once told my friends on my 16th birthday ;
'Hi. My name is Ahmad Haziq Aiman.
Today is my birthday.
Those who remembers, I love.
Those who doesn't, don't love me.'
I call it 'ayat Mockingjay'
Sebab dalam buku Mockingjay,
ada mcm poem pasal 'The Hanging Tree'.
So, what about birthdays?
Is it about the wishes?
Is it about the presents?
Or is it about the parties?
To me, I don't give a shit about those above.
What matters to me about birthdays is,
someone who remembers it.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
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