Friday, January 10, 2014

Amir Turns Nine

amir's birthday is very early in the year. usually we have a small family dinner or a small cake-cutting at home because we're still buzzing from the going-back-to-school stuff.

amir, again!, wants dinner with his uncles and aunties at, again!, chili's. we thought…not after two years in a row. so we planned a surprise barbecue instead. for now, the date is still pending, so another entry on it when it finally happens.

amir is an avid manchester united supporter. his favourite player is robin van persie. he wants to wear the number 20 all the time. i feel a bit bad for him supporting united when they're on a slump but he looks like he's sticking with them.

amir loves scribbling. he loves writing messages - either in his notebooks, on pieces on papers, on his iPods. he's pretty good at drawing and he can write loads and loads of messages.

amir at 9 feels like a grown-up amir fighting with a child amir. and that is majorly tiring. on one hand he is this big brother trying to get his younger brothers in line and on the other, he is this big brother forcing his younger brothers to listen to their abang long. on one hand, he goes around wanting to help his parents with household chores and on the other, he is this whiny boy picking on his younger brothers, making them cry. on one hand, he is this elder brother wanting his younger brothers to open up to him and tell him things and on the other, he is this boy running to his parents to tell on his younger brothers to get his way.

his football skills is getting better but his counting skills is still bad - he still count using fingers. his bed is nicely made up every morning but his school bags are full of crumpled papers and gross food. his hair is always in place but his breath smells. he is on two opposite ends. sometimes we would scream 'stop it!' to him, other times it would be 'thank you!'

amir will soon be a tween and then a teen. guess how he is now is nothing compared to what he'll be then *cries!!*

amir on his way to become a 9-year-old…

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