THOSE FIRST DAYS...

What do you think about 'first day'? People often associate first days with anxiety, social-awkwardness, sadness, betrayal, and even, sadly, love at the first sight. Or what I would call as perverted thing to do in your first day. Anyway, that is what people usually do. And by people, I really do mean myself. 

Somehow I managed to belittle myself in so many wrong way with just a single paragraph. Well what I mean by that last sentence would be 'what I could think of'. I mean things like what I've typed above really do happen in real life. Some guys, especially me always put 'first day' and 'anxiety' side by side. They are like a couple that could not be separated in any possible way. 

Whatever. I'm not going to talk about my first day here. But more like how yesterday became a day filled with 'first day' in something so random. It's definitely not my regular first day, which is, just for your information, every single day. I don't know why I have the tendency to treat every freaking day like a first day. Maybe I have  a self-conscious problem. Maybe a serious one.

So, let begin my story with something fun. Which in a laymen term, money. Hahaha. If you found money, in no way you could think of, as fun, then you really shouldn't be living in this time. You should probably just attempt to turn back the time and go to some kingdom that practice barbaric way of life and barter system. That would really be good for you.

Anyway...

Yesterday was the first day in my life that I've hold a really large sum of money. How large? Only a total of RM 1,500.00 and something cents. Not large enough? Fair enough, but still just how often you get the chance to hold a money that much for 48 hours?

Walked around with that much of money in your clutch (yes I use a clutch instead of some manly wallet made out of crocodile skin that you shot using your Desert Eagle, don't ask me why, I just do) and people, or possible-thief/snatchers not knowing that you have that much of money in it. 

Now, don't get me wrong. That money wasn't for me to spend. Today I added another RM1000.00 into my clutch and finished everything up within seconds. I used it to pay for my one science subject that I'm taking, as I currently adding a sort of illegal subject into my program. It's 'sort of illegal' since I am a sponsored student and my sponsor body didn't know I'm paying for it. I just hope they will not know anything about it. 

Yesterday was also the first day in my life that a girl told me to what I did was gay. Well, imagine what you want whatever I might be doing then, as I know the true story, but it really did went straight to my conscious. It was like some kind of poison, seeping into your heart at the pace of a gold-medalist riding a freaking super fast horse with a freaking huge jet pack. That, is exactly what I felt when she told me that. 

So, what happened is probably not what you have imagined like. I did not stared at some guy while rubbing my chest, or anything. I was lying down on the grass while thinking why the heck I was there at  that particular time. Prior to lying on the grass, I had walked back and forth from my college foyer to the front gate for a good 4 times.

To help you out, I can say that going from the front gate and the foyer, it would be something like a 3 minutes walk, and judging from the pace that I usually walk, it would be around 200 meters? So you can say that I had already walked something more that 300 meters.

Not much of walking I could say. Anyway, since I don't plan on walking, alone, back to my casa (apartment), I chosen to stay with my friends. So that was the reason why I was lying on the grass. Another reason would be that I don't want to hear or see another group of people there who were singing and playing guitar, when both of what they were doing is exactly what I hoped I can do, but sadly my hope is yet to be accomplished. 

Another reason would be because I really don't know where to look at as the field is filled with half naked guys playing the gayest sport ever (soccer) and on the other side of the road, there are gangs of people doing exactly nothing. So I'd rather look at the trees and the sky, which was just shy of shining up. 

While I was lying down on the grass, my friends were on either side of me, talking about something that really don't interest me one bit, some standing, the other some sitting. Suddenly this one big guy (I want to say 'fat', but then...) stood up and made a stupid attempt of faking to run away from me. He turned around, 'rushed' towards me as fast as a dying cat can, then tried to elbow drop my stomach (I've tried finding the correct term, only to find a really gay pic. Gosh, talk about coincidence). 

Although all of his stupid attempts, he still managed to land wrongly. So he inched closer to me, just to really make so that his elbow really did dropped on my stomach. But instead, he choose to just place his arm there. My friends were already looking. For some very odd reason, he went on and move even closer to me. Being the reasonable guy that I was, I ignored him because I know he'd do nothing stupid in front of this so many people when he dubbed himself the title 'ladies man'. More like 'the man who chased around ladies'. 

It turns out to be, even my ability to reason failed me when my girl-friend suddenly cried out

"Sumpah gila gay korang ni..."

That, coming from my girl-friend, really did the job. I lifted my feet, kicked that fat-ass away (I was mad so he is a fat-ass), and immediately jerked-up in the most fashionable way ever. Or so I say. We end up walking to the Pyramid and had dinner there, where I had another one of my 'first day.

Yesterday was my first day of ever eating a Japanese  dish. Okay let me rephrase that, as I've eaten sushi before. That was my first day of ever eating a Japanese noodle dish. Okay that's good. Once we were in Pyramid, we went straight to the food court in Jusco. It's cheaper there. But the bad thing about food court is that you sometimes just lost track of what to eat and your budget and all.

Knowing that I have RM 1,500.00, I wasn't scared at all. So I went to this Japanese food section. They only sells  noodle, so there's no bento set or anything. I really love to try one, but then again I don't know what is a 'kakiage' or 'ebi ten' or even the 'kanuki'. So I asked the guy there. Amazingly enough, they even have the type of noodles used in each dishes, which you can choose. They have udon, soba, and also cha soba. 

Note: If you don't know what the heck I talked about, please remember, there's always Google. Ask him. Or her. Ask IT. I'm sure Google knows everything. Almost. 

So I end up paying RM 7.30 for a Chicken Teriyaki Soba. From what the cook there told me, soba is a noodle made out of oat, although Wikipedia argued that soba is made out of buckwheat flour. Anything is good for me. It turns out to be, the flavour of soba is namely nothing. It doesn't taste anything like oat, nor buckwheat. It taste like, nothing.

But when combined with the heavy taste of soy sauce in the gravy and also my favourite taste of seaweed and two pieces of coloured fish cakes, it taste heavenly. Well, almost. I still thinks that the dish tasted a bit salty, thanks to the soy sauce. But oh well, who cares, it's Japanese, not a Malaysian dish. So I won't argue much.

Yesterday was also my very first day experiencing a stupid incident. It is so stupid, I thought I might just call it as a stupid 'piece-of-shit'. It is so stupid that it is not even worth to be called as an incident. Stupid, yet, amazingly enough, every amusing in it's own way. Let me gives you some hint. 

1) I live in an apartment building. 

2) I live on the 23^rd floor. Total floor is 25, excluding the car park floors (3 floors) and also the ground floor.

3) I uses the elevator (almost) every day to go up or down. 

4) Sometimes, usually in the morning, I'd rather run down the stairs than wait for the elevator to be empty of stupid, loud, stinky bitches.

5) The elevators probably never gone through any inspections of any sort. For years.

So can you guess what's the stupid 'piece-of-shit' that happened to me? Well, let me tell you the story. It happened after the Japanese dish that I had in Pyramid's Jusco. So we went back to Casa by public bus. I kind of separated from my friends. I can't blame them, I walked with such a huge stride, and they have just a normal length of feet. So sad.

Anyway, en route to the lifts, I passed by my friend. He was, also, walking slow. I don't really have the time to ask him all the details of why he was there at that kind of time, so I stride on. I'm wondering whether 'stride on' is a correct term. But still, I moved on. I pressed frantically on the lifts' call button, like there's no tomorrow. There are three call buttons, and 4 lifts. One for each end, while the middle one for the two lifts in the middle. Although I might say that all the call button call all the lifts. 

While frantically calling the lifts via the call button, I noticed that the call button on the left wasn't on. So I went there instead and pressed on it once, calmly. Then I saw my friend. Let just call him N as there will definitely be more friends on the way to the end of this story. 

While waiting fro the lift, my other comrades arrived on the 'waiting bay'. They are F and R. Well, something definitely happened, as suddenly the leftmost lift was open and then people were rushing into it. Inside there were already people, guys to be exact. They looked like jerks to me. 

I went inside with N and F. I noticed R was standing kind of far away from the lift, looking rather shocked that we went inside. I looked over my shoulder, there are definitely spaces, at least enough for a skinny person like him. I was about to call him inside when the lift closed it's door. 

The lift started to move. I ignored almost everything else as I know it would be damn long before it reaches the 23^rd floor. Suddenly, the lift started to make like some stupid noise. And then....... TO BE CONTINUED, as I'm on my way home for Chinese New Year break. Daaa~~

WEIRD DAY...

Today, unlike any other day, was somehow special for me. Well, from the surface, nothing really happened today. I mean, I was not lost in some misguided bus ride, lost without much knowledge of how to get back to the one road that you know, lost without anyone really there to point the right way out to you.


Yet, today is indeed special in it's own way. Probably one of it's own special kind.


Today, I woke up to realize that I had scarred myself. Not like, 'OMG she left me and now I'm here all alone' scarred. I don't even have, own, or share anybody that can really leave me. It is literally scar. It felt like blister, but I can't really see it since it is at my neck, and from my friends observation it is more like a day old blister, all scabbed and stuffs. Yuck. Yesterday morning I woke up and got my middle finger cut, for absolutely no reason, now this. I hope tomorrow I'll wake up to my legs bleeding from some sort of scratch or whatnot.


My Chemistry teacher also seems to have a little bit of a problem today. Well not much actually. I just guess that she was going through her job description, which is to 'educate us' and probably to 'make the student a better man'. She asked me to talk about Valentine's day, and whether we should celebrate it as the usual way or not.


She asked me to talk about whether we should really celebrate it or will we only make all the salesmen rich by us buying their products and stuffs.Although when she first told me what to talk about, a.k.a. Valentine's Day, I already had something at the back of my head.


I wanted to talk about the one day that probably not many people know about. It's about the Rose Bud Festival. People usually only recognised Valentine's Day as the only day to honour your lover, when in fact, every 25th April, every year, you can really do the same thing, all over again, but instead of a whole bunch of flower, you only celebrate it with a single rose, be it fully bloomed or what.


But I might not just talk about that. That is probably boring. Or at least it will be boring if I tell the whole now. 


I've also realized another thing today. That is, usually, there is always some kind of flaws that we human can find in another human. Be it physical, emotional, behavioral, or even the way the other human think. I learned that through ISAT (International Student Admission Test), which is solely for students who are going to universities based in Australia. 


Well, anyway, today we learned about 'logical fallacies'. And through this, I've learned the horrid truth. Every man is for himself, and himself alone. No man can ever satisfy other people while being ignorant of what's happening to himself. Well, at least that is what i thought. My teacher told us that every thought, every word is flawed in a way, and that we should be really careful now in what we are reading as now we know that these flaws exist. 


Although I might add that not all are flawed, but a large amount of it are really flawed, so we should really be careful of what we are reading. You might want to add my blog as the list of what reading sources that you should be careful with. I never thought that I was going to learn this skill ever, but now that I know this is what I'm going to get through ISAT, you can practically say that I am very happy. 


What's more, today I had just renewed my determination of getting myself a guitar. I don;t really know why I want to buy it. I mean, I know that I love to sing with this no good voice of mine, but why I need a guitar is more like a self-satisfaction thing. I mean, I don't really play guitar, heck, I've never even strum a guitar, but with the idea of getting myself a guitar, you can say that I've made my mind on what what to do with my money now. 


My research still have a far way to go. I guess I'm ought to do a lot this coming Chinese New Year's holidays. I heard of this band, the Dashboard Confessional, but I don't really know what song, as in what song that really caught my attention. So I've tried searching for it but then again nothing really sings to me apart from this one song. Well I guess I can really try to search for that song. 


Know any other good song? I could really use new songs in my MP3. But please, no songs that I can;t sing to it because it is in a foreign language. Yuck. I hate people who loves Korean songs, but then again never really know what the heck it means. Not even a single word. Can't seem to find the purpose of listening to it in the first place. 


I guess this is enough of ranting. I could really use a good rest now. Buhbye. Type again if I can find anything worth typing here!

THE WOMEN OF MY LIFE

I know this might seemed weird especially coming from me. I'm talking about nothing other than the fact that I posted a back-to-back, two post in two days time, when in the previous post I argued just how busy and hectic my life was. Well, who cares, because I have an adventure last night and I just have to tell you.

I couldn't do it last night 'cos 1) I don't own a laptop, nor a PC, and 2) if I do own a laptop or a PC, I don't have any mean to connect to the Internet in a very reliable, stable, and happy way. Oh and maybe 3) I don't like begging my friend's to lend me their laptops since I know that 4) if I waited for another several hours like 10 to 12 hours I can go to my college and use the PC there instead.

YAAAYY for explanation of no use what-so-ever!

Anyway, let's go back to the story...

*****

Last evening, after I've posted my yesterday blog, it was pretty late. Like 7.15 PM late. I know it's not that late, but it's late for me, since I've already missed the I-don't-know-what-time bus. The bus was never on time and had clearly showed us just how well they can bend the bus schedule that we had been following since last year.

Whatever. So, I walked to Sunway Pyramid. Walking there is what you can say a breeze and happy thing to do. They had recently built a canopy walk that connect our university straight to the back door of Sunway Pyramid and the main entrance to the Sunway Lagoon (credit to my BGF who said that that entrance is in fact the main entrance. I just thought the main entrance should be huge and magnificent and filled with splashes of water, not a stupid merry-go-round).

Once inside of the Pyramid, I quickly made my mind, to not to eat here. Because, you see, if I ate there, it can easily cost me something like RM30.00, even more since I only had Carl's Jr. at the back of head and at the pit of my stomach. So I thought, you know what, I gonna run (ride a bus) straight back to casa (apartment) and eat at the cheapest place (my room) and go straight to sleep. If only I knew it wasn't that easy...

So I got to the main entrance of the Pyramid, and then I walked to the bus stop in front. There was, clearly enough, a bus, stopped right in front of it. It was a RapidKL bus, no. U62. I am not that used to riding RapidKL buses, so I went to the driver and asked him, 

Bang, pergi Subang Parade tak? 

The driver nod, and I was totally relieved. I hopped in, paid a RM1.00 and sat beside an unknown guy of an unknown nationality. Which made me realized just how my country is filled with immigrants.

The bus took off shortly after I ride it, and it started to go away. After a while, I realized something. My destination wasn't supposed to be Subang Parade, it was supposed to be The Summit. Shit. But instead of freaking out, shivering, crying, and beating the guy beside me demanding that the bus should stop right there and then, I took the pleasure to just seat and ride the bus to wherever it might take me, knowing that I only had about RM46.00, roughly.

The bus went, from Sunway Pyramid, to Subang Parade, to some highway, and then for all I know, I end up stopping at PKNS Complex in Shah Alam. I was very sure that I know the way back, but just to make sure, I called home. Sadly, my Dad and Mom was out, going somewhere. I hate them for that. Luckily, I didn't have to answer my sister's question of 'Why?', since my Honey Bee called just in time.

Yesterday, my Honey Bee celebrated her 27^th birthday. She was given a 'free call to all number' as her birthday gift from the call plan company. But who cares. She didn't called me 'cos she remembered me. She called me 'cos I said that I really don't mind her forgetting about me after calling 'all' her friends. Meaning I am not her friend. I wonder what am I. Better not be a background character.

Anyway, we talked, and I told her the whole story of my adventure. You can say that she was the first one to know my story. Although she doesn't really know how the story end out to be. Anyway, we practically had a good laugh, and it did an awesome job to calm my already numb heart.  She suggested that I took a cab and go back to Subang Jaya via the KTM. Which was also the first thing that came to my brain, and she had just reconfirmed it.

After that we talked about stupid stuffs, like our stupid ex-schoolmates, our dead ex-schoolmate (he died on the same day as her birthday), and nothing about her ex. But oh well, getting the chance to talk like that was good enough for me. I mean, since last year, I haven't seen her or talk to her for 17 minutes for 7 months now. So it was really a good time to spare, especially when you are currently lost and had no way of going back. Yet.

So I went to KFC, and spent about RM13.00 for a Zinger X-Meal. It was good, but really sad 'cos I could have spent nothing on my dinner if I took the correct bus and asked the correct question. While I was eating, I text my friend. I asked her was she busy. I don't really know why I text her, it just come out of nowhere. I mean, ultimately, I know that I could asked her to pick me up at PKNS, but at the same time I could have just text any other of my friends, preferably a guy. Yet, I still text her.

She said she was eating with her housemate at Banana (restaurant). I told her a part of my story, and continued eating, while texting her. After I was done with my dinner, my Dad called me. Finally, I thought. So I told him what happened today, and he suggested that I walked for some hundreds meter and took the same bus that brought me here 'cos eventually it will go back to Sunway Pyramid.

Since I am such a good son, so I followed his instruction. All the while still texting my friend, talking about whatnot and stuff that just made me wonder. Oh well, so I walked and I walked. I end up going nowhere. Luckily there was this uncle, old (looks like), so I went to him and asked him where is the bus station. He pointed it out specifically for me. From the point of where I was standing with him, that bus station was so far away. So I braved myself and walked all the way till I reached this open space filled with I-don't-know-what.

When I reached there, I got a message from my friend. I read the message and I felt so relieved that I actually text her, and not some other guy (NO!, it's not 'cos I might get my ass screwed if I asked some other guy! Gosh just what are you thinking?!). Her message sounded something like

Eh, kalau kau nak, aku boleh ambil kau dekat PKNS tu. Tapi kau kene tunggu sikit la, boleh?

I've never felt so relieved, knowing that I finally scored my ride back and that I don't have to worry about where the bus was going anymore 'cos I know this 'bus' is so going straight to casa. So I quickly replied saying that I'll definitely buy her a cake from Secret Recipe. Just because there was a freaking Secret Recipe cafe over the road. So I bought her her cake, Chocolate Indulgence to be exact, just because that was easily the tallest cake in the display and I know it would definitely be worth of my RM6.90.

But that was after I went into the SACC mall and walked around a bit, seeing what is the whole idea of shopping in SACC Mall was supposed to be. Turned out shopping there was like shopping in a barren land. They got nothing! Of course they have stuffs and whatnot, but nah, if I was to shop there, I'd rather just buy a balloon. A balloon, nothing more. Probably another Chocolate Indulgence, maybe the whole cake. That would definitely be nice.

So I waited for my friend, in front of the PKNS Complex. The shop lots in the complex was already closed, seems like they didn't open up until ten after all. I thought every freaking shops in mall or complexes closed at ten. Well, whatever. Anyway, I was sitting beside the road, on some decoration thingy that now is used as a stool, I realized that my phone was left with a single bar worth of battery. A freaking single bar. Which made me so damn worried. But who cares. After waiting so long, my friend finally came around.

I can easily recognize her car, what's more the road is clear, not too packed with cars, and the night is dark enough. I can also see three other figures in her car. Which I know, is also my other friends. I guessed she had to bring her companies, which I don't really mind actually. So I bravely crossed the road, a smile plastered to my face, so wide that I actually realized I didn't forced myself to smile that wide. Maybe I was just too relieved.

You can say that I had a very safe ride back home to casa after I slammed the car's door shut.

*****

Morale of the story? Well, well, well. Clearly, make up your mind before asking something. Don't go to someone, feeling all inferior, speaking just whatever that you felt like speaking. I admit that I actually am not used to ride the RapidKL buses and that made me nervous and was exactly the reason why I blurted out the wrong place.

Note to self: RapidKL buses eat rabbits, not humans.

I've also learned another thing. In my life, especially last night, there was a whole lot of woman involved ad just how amazed I am knowing that I have all these women around me.

When I was lost, I called my home,  a woman answered the phone. She was my sister.

When I really don't know what to tell my sister, a woman called me. It was also her birthday. She was my best friend, a friend that I will have for the rest of my life.

When I was already calmed, a woman called me. She was my Mom, worried about me.

When I was lost again in conclusion, a woman came to rescue me. She was my friend. But I guessed we're ought to be best friends too.

When I was at the verge of freaking out thanks to my phone, a woman text me. She said my friend was driving and told me not to cry. I wasn't. I was just freaking out.

When I finally saw my friend's car, I saw a bunch of woman in there, all came to rescue me. Women whom I called friends. Women who was there for me, although I know they were initially there to laugh at me. I don't care, nor do I mind. They've done me a favour. If laugh at is all I have to face, I'd rather give them more of it.

These are all the women in my life. At least some of them. I owe them big time for last night. I'd repay you women, by promising that I will not forget that night, nor will I ever forget the universal truth. When you are in a deep shit, don't always trust your same-sex companion. They will not always tell you the truth. Of course they might lead you to it, but it will either be to far to reach, or maybe it will just be a little too much for you in the end.

If you have a choice, try asking help from your female friends for a change. I mean, of course unless if you have like a 'bad boy' reputation to keep, then go ahead and just keep trusting your bro's. Sometimes, these girls can't really shut their mouth, who cares, 'cos what I believe is that neither can the boys. At least I know that they can take me safely to MY bed, and even with some condolences and companion along the way. Way to go, girls. Or should I say women... 

THE BUS WAS BUZZING 'BUSY' BUSSILY

If you can't guess just what the heck happened to me from my even more countless-time-mentioned title, then you better check your eyes. I had like the most busiest week in my life. Oh, in advanced, if you like to come to my blog and always wonder why the heck I love to say sorry, it would be 'cause nobody really cared about saying sorry when one thing that happened was directly caused by them, either they know it or not.

And with that I'm sorry because I, again, failed to update my blog last week. Sheesh. Had a really busy week. I had like two big researches that I need to do and OHMYGOD JUST WHAT A CRAZY THING THAT YOU CAN DO WHEN YOU HAVE EXACTLY NO LAPTOP NOR THINGS THAT CAN CONNECT TO THE INTERNET! 

This is so crazy. At least now I have done like all the first major step and now I can feel a little bit laid back as now what's important is that I can come out with the research report in time. And that, hopefully, is easy enough for me. 

Have I told you guys about my dream of buying a guitar? Well, yeah, I mean, no, the dream is still a dream, but somehow somewhere I can feel it creeps out, just waiting to be realized. Just you wait, my dear guitar. I'll buy you! Someday, if not today. Well, what I know is that that someday is so gonna happen.

Remember, my last post? No? Sure, me too. I totally forgot to do the real post after my after-crash post. Maybe caused by the fact that I was so mad that Firefox crashed while I was typing all those stuff. Geez, or maybe because I was so engrossed with my work, and *cough* some Facebook and whatnot....

What? I'm a human too! I am entitled to follow my heart even when my heart talks crap, ain't I? I can't just focused on one thing like a detailed research when you had fifteen tabs on and 5 of it is Facebook and it has number (eg. (9) ) flashing in it, wanting you to read all those comments and stupid jokes, right? Whatever. 

Remember my cat and her kitten? Well, at first there was four, Lucy (mom) and three, very different kittens. Well, not much differences, I might say, but actually you can distinguish each and every one of them through their size, eye colours, fur colour and pattern and even their activeness. That somehow managed to sounds like a conclusion done after doing a genetic engineering on kittens. Damn biology!

Anyway, last week, my Mom managed to kill one. How sad. Even sadder was that she actually waited till I got home to pick up the corpse (T^T). So sad. She could have picked it up herself. Lazy bum. Anyway just now I got another message saying that there was a hit-and-run accident happened in front of my house. The victim? The only female of the three kittens. That psycho that hit her didn't even have the guts to actually put it aside. Stupid piece of shit. All happened when I was finally having my own time. Gosh karma, why the kitten? Why not something else?

Anyway I had finally figured out something totally wrong with my mind. I made like the most awesome-st ever statement that caught me thinking just how screwed up my mind can be and it also made me realized that maybe I really should be a psychiatrist, but to treat myself first.

One of my friend put up an ad in Facebook, and no, he's not selling stuffs. Instead, he asked us (high school friends) if we were interested in coming back to school tomorrow. I was really happy to know that out there someone was trying to gather us back at the place where we once met for the first time. For free. I guess. Which was the reason why I liked it so much.

Anyway, someone managed to make me feel bad. A friend of ours, who is now in Cairo pursuing her studies, said that we were lucky since we are still in the same country. Anyway, I replied saying that of course, and the more reason to go since tomorrow is a Sunday. It makes sense right? Tomorrow a Sunday, so we can all go and have our time together there not worrying about a thing, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! No, you are definitely having the same problem as me.

What the heck are you thinking? Tomorrow's a freaking Saturday! It ain't Sunday yet! My (other) friend pointed it out for me, meaning he had no problem of any sort. Thank you. Anyway I finally realized why, as in why I said tomorrow was a Sunday. Every Friday, my last class would be Chemistry, and it ends at 4 PM. Late, but who cares. It gave me all the reason not to go back to my apartment all too fast. 

Back to the story, I finally realized that actually, after every Friday, after 4 PM to be exact, I treat the rest of the 'Friday' as 'Saturday'. Sick? That's how I come out tomorrow as 'Sunday'. Gosh, I'm so good in so many wrong ways that I don't know if I ever be right again.

I guess that's all for now. For now. Why repeat it, who knows. I don't even know why the heck I repeat those two words. Hey, have you watched Shawshank Redemption? If you answer no, you better watch it. If you answer yes, you better watch it again 'cos it's so damn good! See ya! Hopefully next week! Buhbye! Watch Shawshank Redemption, k?

OH GOD...

I've just typed something like really long, but the Firefox crashed, 

and now this place is totally empty. Jeez, and now 

I don't remember a thing of what I've wrote about. 

The end. 

Thank you.