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Tagged and Bagged...

Alamak... begini ke rasanya kena tag nie?


Hatiku panas membara kerana telah ditag oleh studentku sendiri...


Sampai hatimu Tiqa... tidakkah daku cukup memberikanmu kasih sayang dan perhatian dalam kelas? isk...isk... (There goes my drama skills kicking in...hehehe)


Anyway, it looks like I've been tagged... and the topic is...


'The age that I wish to go back to...'


I think with me there isn't really an age that I would go back to just to change anything, because to me, all that has happened in the past has shaped me into the person I am today...


However... I would like to relive the events that happened to me when I was 22... Yes... That was one heck of a good year...



Canterbury, Kent... England...


A year of love gained and love lost...


A year of the best friends a guy could ask for... Enrique Garcia Ruiz...Maria Isabel Poveda...Cindy Barquero...Katherine Fiallho... Junji... Takako... Ainara Andueza... Miguel... Jayne Ann Kilvington... and a host of others too numerous to mention...


Each one a weave of tapestry adding colour to my life...


Funny to think of it now, but there was a time when I couldn't even walk down High Street without being greeted by someone... Especially the Arab guys... Man, there were loads of them! Each meeting with them would result in a bear hug and a kiss on both cheeks, and a general onslaught of Arabic greetings like "How are your affairs", "How is your news?", and "What is your colour?"... Strange greetings to the untrained and unitiated...


This was also a year of travel and adventure... I think I may have done more things at 22 than I did in my adult years... 22 was the age of freedom for me... To go wherever I wanted to, with only my wallet being the only obstacle... So to overcome this I had to find a part-time job... as a waiter in a posh Northern Indian Cuisine restaurant called The Raj Venue... I would have classes until 4pm, and then I would get ready and start work at 5pm, until 11pm... Tough work...

But it paid the bills, and best of all, I could travel...

I went to Scotland to see my girlfriend once in a while... Taking the 2 hour train journey to London and then the 7 hour train journey up to Edinburgh... I also got to visit some other friends in Plymouth, London, Bognor and around the Kent area... Man, I really got to travel back then...





And I'll never forget my great European Escape, where my cousin and I went backpacking to Switzerland and Italy...






Ahhh... 22.... That's the age that I would like to go back to... Friends, travel and adventure...Old enough to be independent, but young enough to appreciate not having the weight of the world on my shoulders... 22 is the magic number for me...


PS: I'll write more on my European Escape soon :)



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And because most of the people in my readership have already been tagged, there is only one person who I can think of to tag...


Ailin the Nordic Convert...


Ailin... You're it!


Instructions on tagging:

Title: The Age That I Wish To Go Back To
Requirement: Write about the one age that you wish to go back to and why?
Tag Mode: 5 bloggers
1st - You leave their blog and post link and add to the list below.
2nd - Let the blogger you want to tag know they been tagged by comment in their blog or etc.

Comments

azie said…
i'm the first one to comment here!!!hehehe

erm, u went to a lot of places at the age of 22. i also went to a lot of places at the same age..or should i call them shops?hahahaha
Princess Liyana said…
huhu. Tiqah memang suka tag orang glamour mcm u:)hahaha..
Bestnye dapat travel. Mencari ketenangan sambil menenangkan fikiran:)
A t i Q a h said…
Thanks for answering my dearest che'gu. Huhuhu.
I wonder what will happen on my 22. Kikiki.
Abdullah said…
Azie,
Shops are also places...and so are bathrooms... hehehehe...

Princess,
Traveling is what broadens our horizons... Travel while u still can... dah keje nnt mmg like a ball and chain...

Tiqa,
u will someone special at 22...
(Cheeewah...mcm psychic la pulak)
missyizzati said…
i read this post with envy boiling inside me. one day, i'll do my share of travelling around the world too, insyaAllah. hehe.
Abdullah said…
ijat,
Best tauuuu... beeeeeessst...
uish...best betuuuul...
Hehehehehe....
(Sila baca dgn nada suara Azie: Takkaaaanlah I nak buat u jealous)


x baik jeles-jeles ni...
Princess Liyana said…
Takkannnlah u nak buat we all jeles:p
hahaha(gelak jahat)..

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