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Details in the Fabric

Thursday, October 02, 2008

I regretted a lot that I didn't bought the pink class t-shirt. I've been obsessed with Jason Mraz's "Geek in the Pink" that I was kind of craving for the pink t-shirt today. Man, I want to jump into that pink shirt and start grooving with the hip-hop rap song.

The shirt definitely looked like it was designed by some homosexual. However, it had the cute factor in it. Wearing class t-shirts kinda bond the class together, but the thought of this made me felt ashamed of myself. I didn't buy the shirt because I thought the colour was gay and it didn't struck me as an iconic design of the year of all class t-shirts. 4/6 had a really brilliant simple design on their shirt and it looks awesome.

Ours looks retarded and too simple for anyone's viewing. Though the design clearly shows no flair of any of our arty students, but it's the wonderful yet bitter memories that are woven into a shirt that depicts the different kind of experiences we had together as a class.

I am an living example of a result of this phenomenon.

Somehow, my name didn't appeared on the shirt due to some *clears throat* kind of printing error. Deep inside me, I was of course furious. Who the hell wouldn't get mad if their name didn't appeared on the class t-shirt. I was part of this class, people! Didn't I made at least a little contribution to our ups and downs in our classroom?!

However, I didn't wanna make a big fuss out of this. Besides, I didn't order any shirt for myself. So I'll be like a hypocrite if I were to shout at the people responsible for this printing mistake. So I didn't exhibit out my rage, only nodding my head to acknowledge the apologies and funny insults that were thrown at me from my classmates. I'm not that petty, you know..

I was devastated that my name didn't appear on the shirt and I didn't know how to react to this situation. Is it a blessing or my karma? After giving much rational thoughts, I realised it was actually a blessing in disguise! How so?

Using what I had told myself the other day, viewing such situations in an optimistic tone can really change one's dampen mood to a joyous one. I chose to see this as a blessing because if my name doesn't appear on it, people will remember me even more as the teenager who was so down on his luck that his name was not woven into the class t-shirt. Years later, when they dig up the shirt from their dusty damp cupboards, they'll realise there's two Faruq's name and the other belonged to someone else.

They may not remember my name but at least they felt my presence. Memories can be easily reminisced just picking up this very pale pink shirt and many memorable images will just fly through your head and who knows, you people may just break into a silly smile on your face. =D

Therefore, all these fragments of vivid colourful recollections are called Details in the Fabric.

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