OLIVE YOU

Dearest hunny bee,

So how's life? Err.. Okay this is very awkward. I know I haven't posted any letters to you since the last letter. Well, apart from that fact, neither have you sent me any letter, so it's okay I guess? But you need to reply this letter of mine after this okay, or I might just smack you when you get here!

I hope everything in Sarawak is nice for/to you. I've only been once there, and only for several days. And only to several parts of Sarawak. And that was, like, 6-7 years ago, I think? So not much of a memory there. But hey, memories are meant to be kept, but it is life that matters. The past will always be there no matter what you do, the future will always be a mystery no matter what you pack for it, but the present is always here with you, regardless of your mistakes in the past and your plan for the future.

Am I being too wise there? I don't care.

Um...

Dearest hunny bee,

I don't really know what to write in this letter to you. But since all of us is now somewhere, studying, something, so I guess I better ask you something about it. So how's life as a student? Suck, isn't it? But heck, I love life as a student. But not the studying part. I love the socializing part and the part where you can be a dick and no one even cares. Hahahaha...

But seriously, I hate dicks. Umm.. Don't get me wrong there, nor here, the dicks I hate really is a person. Dick heads. I hate them. And sadly my lovely college here is filled with them. I wonder is yours is filled with VG (such a sweet way of saying vagina don't you think?).

I think studying now is hard. Even last year can't beat this six months. Last year, although with all those History and Add Maths and stuff, you got like the whole time in the world to do all your revision. Now, it sucks. Time is like the one thing standing between you and HD. Oh, and also you have to consider the one pulling you from your sides, friends, leisure, club activities, and most of everything else. So you're pretty much not moving, or you might move, an inch forward, towards your HD, but due to the intense forces you are drawn 1 degree to either of your side. So yeah, you are pretty much not moving the right way.

I still remember that last message session we have. Not the Nad's dad, that's a very short, sad, and teary session. It's the one where you told me that you and your spouse are no longer, well, spouse. Heck, you know what, I hate that 'spouse' word! I mean, you're not like sleeping in the same bed, under the same bed sheet, in the same room or anything. So I think I'll change it to 'John'. Why John? I love John, so get over it.

Anyway, about you and John here. Well, I never thought that you and John would be, like, forever or anything, honestly speaking. In fact, when the first time that I actually realize that you actually have a real crush, as in for real, I was like, what the heck? I mean, I cant even bring my mind to think that you might have a crush, and the guts to actually tell that John that you have a crush on him, and have him accepting you and what not other shits.

Am I being too honest? Oh well.

Whatever hunny bee...

Well, it's not that I can't take the fact that you're practically growing up (and I'm not *sad face*), but the fact that, well, your John is not the John that I thought he should have been. Put it simple, for me, you've picked the wrong guy. But, hey, it's you who are feeling the love thingy and not me so, it's okay I guess?

But when you told me about John doing something that made you mad (I know it seems like I'm not paying attention about the whole case, because that's exactly what happened :) ), I kind of felt bad for you? Well, I did felt bad for you, but not like 'OMGTHAT'SSOSHITOMGOMGOMGOMGOMFUCKINGGOSH!!!' kind of bad, you know? I felt something like, 'Ouch, that's gotta hurt' kind of bad, and with no exclamation mark there.

(-____-''')

Anyways, the point of this letter is (be reminded, I'm not trying to shorten this stupid letter okay?), with every beginning there is always an end. No matter how sucks the beginning is, nor how unwilling you are to face the end of something so sweet, the end will always be there, sooner or later. Even with friendship. Especially when you BFFs tells you beforehand that you are out of your mind for ever considering him as your future sex mate (I'm just being honest here...). Umm.. So yeah, sex mate. I mean, NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF BEGINNING THERE'S ALWAYS AN END not sex mates.

Imagine this. A delicious grilled boneless skinless chicken that was marinated in a thick black pepper sauce that was served with all the things that you love that I can't list because I've never had this dish in my live *sad face*. The moment you start to eat it, you felt like the most happiest person in the whole wide world. And then POOM! the chicken finished. Just like that. Can you sense the frustration that everybody had to feel? The same goes to you.

So the conclusion is, if that John took your words too seriously and left you without a proper goodbye, then fuck him and move on, for a fucked up guy is not worth your attention. Olive you. 

P/s : YAAAAYY for fucked up guy and kek lapis Sarawak! Olive you! Sorry for the language it's so hard to curse during Ramadhan and writing it is the best way to go don't you think? And also sorry that this took like a centurion to finish. What's a centurion by the way? Hah, who cares it seems like a timeline or something for me. I took too much time on this because I had no idea of what to write and so I thought why not fill it with craps as I love craps and so do you (don't deny it!), so yeah, this is it! Can't wait to meet you (this Thursday I'll be coming back, hopefully with a new phone) and go for movies! See you then. Do reply, k?

FIX YOU

Have you ever heard that song? It is like the ultimate song of my ultimate song list in my ultimate (free) iPod. Don't ask me how I get that free iPod, it might take me a whole year to actually tell you that story. Any way I really do love that song that I put the freaking player here!

Yeah. It is really sad, BUT (but is a must, so does butt) it is one of the known meaningful songs - for me of course. I really like the lyrics. It is meaningful... *sad face :(

Hahaha okay I'm not going to be emotional or anything here. I'll just let this past and be another one of my sad memories of stating one of my favourite songs.

But you know what (told ya, butt is important!), f*ck it!

You know what I hate the most of my college apart from the fact that there is absolutely no sun here, - which I found to be really weird and bizarre as even the North pole occasionally meets the Sun but HELL NO not here! - it would be a toilet that is not flushed.

Yuck! I know, believe me.

I mean, imagine this. You are cold, EVERY rooms here are cold, you drank too much water because you're throat are dried thanks to the cold rooms, and you're bladder are upset because you haven't used up the water it was saving for any case that you may be dehydrated, but you can't be dehydrated because every single freaking place is air-conditioned. You went to the toilet, you saw one room is vacant. So, you went in, as you are not happy with the idea of using a urinal as it may exposed you a little bit too much (this is not me, as I didn't use it because of my religion :) ).

So you're now in the room. You suddenly noticed something. There this pile of tissue in the bowl. And you thought, 'Oh well, they're just tissues, what harm can they bring?'. And out of sudden, you spot something fishy, or to speak it directly, something smelly, even smellier than fishes. You took a closer look. Guess what?

PILE OF DUNGS! YAAAAYY!!

Okay that was stupid, but (!) it's the horrid truth! And that was exactly what happened to me, earlier today. I don't know who to blame. The people who pooped the poops *smile* or the 27 people who went in and thought "fart you, whoever you are before me, gotta get out of here NOW!".

Well, I guess I can blame nobody, as the flush in that particular toilet is spoiled and it will splash water into the bowl as if it actually drooled, like no matter what amount of water spilled, a drool can bring your poops no far than an inch, of circumference!

Well since I'm have such a good hygienic spirit that I know is very foul that only I can understand how good it is as I know mine is even better than that guy who pooped there, so I told the toilet, "See, don't worry. I'll fix you" (please imagine a background music of Coldplay - Fix You). 

I mean, regardless of how stupid you are and no matter how many slaves you have that you 'use' to only wipe your ass after you use the toilet back at your godly mansion, this is a public toilet, so please consider us the same as you and not your slave.

The first person to poop here should have used the pipe RIGHT BESIDE the bowl to pour a whole load of fast flowing water into the damn bowl with that stupid drooling flush! What so damn hard about that?

But anyway, if I have 20 different slaves that are to be use by me to just wipe my ass every time I poop, why not? I'll find some nice looking, gorgeous, beautiful slaves ever. We'd be very intimate.

IF. *sad face* :(

WHEN IT RAINS...

Do you know that song? It is from Paramore. I LOVE PARAMORE. They are like the coolest band ever! And Hayley Williams, OMG. 

OHMYGAWD! I LOVE HER!

But that's not the point of me doing this blog post. Though I might have just stated that I like Hayley Williams. I really do loves their music, and her voice, and....... Okay back to the reason why I'm doing this post. (-____-'')

P/s : I don't know I've you guys noticed something or not, but lately I haven't used any of my Onion GIF images, which is weird. But I like it this way.

For the past week (did it sounds too long?), every freaking Friday was a rainy day, including today. I don't know why, but coincidentally today is also August 13^th, which when combined with the Friday, sounded something like this...

FRIDAY 13!

Which people normally relate to bad luck. Which I don't really believe in, for luck is not what made your day, but it's you yourself. But having two weeks in a row of rainy Friday in which I had to walk in the rain just to get to the mosque for my prayer IS what I would call as having a very bad timing.

And to top it off, I also have like dozens of homework that need to be done. I took like only 5 subjects - 6 to be exact, but the sixth subject is a compulsory so I don't really care about it plus we hardly had any class, just regular gathering - but I had like tons of homework! We even had topic tests that are always there no matter how many times you had gone through them. They are like the Scarecrow from Devil May Cry 4 that keep spawning no matter how many time you slash them. 

P/s : Devil May Cry 4, Call of Duty, love them! Thanks to my housemates for these new addictions. :)

But the more I think about it, the more I think I should just go on with it. I mean, I sucks at Chemistry and for that reason I think that's why  I have like tons of Chemistry homework. Maybe it's just a coincidence. But one thing for sure I hate the most. Doing my English presentation. OMG. I just don't know what to do with it. I mean, yeah of course the presentation would only be held at the end of this semester, but still I had exactly no idea of what to do.

Do you guys know anything about glass ceiling? And if you're thinking about the glass glass ceiling, as in ceilings made out of glass, please, do click this link here. You are so hopeless (-____-''). What do you think about the glass ceiling and discrimination? I think it is correlated in away that glass ceiling IS discrimination and vice versa.

But for whatever reason, I think I'll just do it and I have a feeling that I'll be A-OK with it. Oh I'll be going home today! Which means... YAAAAYY FOOD! I love food, especially now since it's Ramadhan. Okay I gotta go since my friend is waiting for me downstairs (I'm in the computer lab, again).  

P/s : Oh! Click this link here! It's so cool and so nice!

STROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

Someone told me that if you wanna be strong, go to your most personal mirror (i.e the mirror that you go to whenever you feel like your about to do something stupid and just want to see how stupid you can be) and say to yourself that you are STROOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

P/s: Multiple 'O' indicates that it must be spoken long nad the caps are just to tell you that you need to say it out loud. :)

Okay now, I'm not going to do some inappropriate self-strengthening session here, because me myself are almost frozen in this computer lab. If you're wondering where I am, (I know you are, STALKER) I am sitting in a computer lab in my university while trying not to be a matter of joke because I own a blog (people who owns a blog is a joker, believe me).

But nevertheless, STRENGTH is still what I want to talk about because Ramadhan is here! Again. :( Okay no I'm just joking let's make that sound a little bit more fun and easy going, k?

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG RAMADHAN IS HERE OHMYGAWD!!!!!

A little bit of drama won't hurt much now won't it? ;)

Well, the reason as to why I'm doing this post now is that because I am trying to find a way to actually waste my time properly while waiting for my aikido session to start, hopefully around 6.30 PM as usual. And since I am fasting, I also can't wait for the break fast! YAAAAYY!! It's like the whole point of fasting! (-____-'') That's just sounded wrong. Well whatever...

What's more is that after my aikido class, which would most probably end at 7.30 PM (my fingers are freezing!) I will be running back to my apartment, take a really super fast shower, get suit up, and guess what? I'm going to gym. Yup. Not the mosque, but a freaking gym. I hate gyms. It smells of sweat and tears of defeats and dirty shorts that had never been washed for years. Though I never been to one, but I can guess what to expect from a gym.

Now I would like to say THANK YOU in a huge sarcasm tone to my friend who had recently jooined the nearest gym to my apartment, and thus had recommended my name and gave my phone number to the gym personnel when I had never knew his number. You suck. 

But since I am such a (proud) cheapo, so I guess I will be going to the gym after all. Besides, who don't want free stuff? I mean, three free session in a private gym club? Duh? What are you, a freaking obsessed hygienist? I like free stuff, and so for that I am going to say THANK YOU without the sarcasm note to you my friend. And nno I am not going to bring any friend with me tonight since I clearly don't like my privileges being shared with another person especially when it's free. 

Oh, yeah I almost forgot about the topic today. STRENGTH! Yeah, as you can see I need it since, well, I am currently fasting, my energy is being sucked out by these super freaking cold-hearted air-conds, I have an aikido class after this, I have to WALK to my aikido class after this, I am sure that I will miss my break fast and the bus and have to walk back to my apartment, I am pretty much sure I will be half-dead by the time I reached my apartment, and that I am pretty much not alive by the time I reached the gym. So yeah.

I really do hope that I will survive until the end on Ramadhan because then it will be Eid and we will have a week of holiday. Although in other schools and universities it will be a WHOLE TWO WEEKS FULL OF FREE AND LEISURE TIME. But yeah, I guess there's nothing much can be done. But holiday is still holiday!

How do you thaw a living hand? Do you use hair-dryer or just warm water? I literally can't move my hand right now. I should've bought a glove. My stomach is grumbling. Ugh. Nasi goreng kampung dengan telur mata kerbau. Sedapnye~~ Okay got to run it is almost 6.10 PM bubye!

P/s: Can anyone buy me any food? 'Cause I'm hungry.

I HAVE A MENTAL DISORDER. And so does you.

I don't know why, but sometimes I think I have a very serious mental disorder that somehow contributed to my crazy-self. That's funny, because a normal crazy person won't admit that he is crazy, but since I am a crazy normal person, I would.

I am crazy. But somehow I think people around me are even crazier. Some days back, will I was lining up to get into my apartment (we need to scan our resident card to get into the apartment) there this black guy whom I don't know (my apartment building is filled with them) starts to suddenly yelling and cursing. Surprised, I turned back to see what was happening. The black guy, was raising either of his arm, high up in the air, and was threatening this group of guys who is presumably doing nursing since they are wearing the nurse costume.

Upon further inspection I noticed that the Nurse Guy's phone was on the ground. And the black guy was still cursing, saying that he will kill him and f*ck his phone on the ground(?). I don't even know why he would do that. Heck, I don't even know why he suddenly become very angry. It must be something he ate.

P/s: I don't know why, but the above part seems like I'm not the writer of it. heck, must be my mental disorder.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing on black people, and I am not a racist. Really. I mean, I even have a new friend and his black and I don't think of bad things about him. See, I'm not racist! Yay!

Okay stop it. (-___-'') Now the real problem is not about me being crazy, or suddenly-infuriated random black person. But it is about people around me. I can't help but hate them. That's why I have a mental disorder. I tend to judge and   then I will just hate them, as easy as that.

For example, I really hate people who stares at me. I mean, well of course people don't like being stare at, except for Paris Hilton, and that is because she is such a s*ut. But I'm not - at least that's what I believe I am.

The one thing about staring that makes me hate it whenever a person does that to me is that it actually made me feel vulnerable. And that really sucks. I mean do you like people who make you feel like you are going to die? I don't know about you, but I don't!

Well, I am very tired now. This may be caused by the fact that we are talking about things that I hate. Okay, I think I wanna stop now. One thing for sure, we ALL are crazy and have a mental disorder.