Hostel Blues

The hostel's so friggin unfair.

Yesterday I came to get my coupons (didn't have time to before) but makcik said they've ran out of it. Ya know why? Last week was a holiday and people didn't have to get their coupons. But they're there anyway. So this week they're taking two sets, because apparently makcik allows people to fetch for their friends and sign for them. There's no other way this can happen, and I've seen it myself...

So this week I'm gonna starve to half-death. Ya know, back when it was fasting month I always buy my own drinks, and put them in the floor kitchen's fridge? Because I can't drink them at day? Well they often go missing at sungkai. This has never happened when I was in M3 (another block).

I won't mention the wireless. It's too much blasting if that happened.

God I hate this place.

Another update /o\

You see after Brudirect has been hacked down many gossipers are bawling about it... meh.

Well I'm not gonna say anything about that. I'm better doing my assembly language and assignments now. But I first need to sleep.

So, good night. Jaga diri baik-baik.

HAHA

Finally I can go beraya somewhere, this Friday. Before that I have to endure a Japanese oral and... things.

Somebody tell me how to work DX Yesterday I spaced out all day.

waaa wawawawa

SAYAP KOSONG

Dalam tahun 2101 Masihi

Perang telah bermula.

Kapten: "Apa yang jadi?"

Kru: "Ada orang usaikan ketani bom!"

Kapten: "Apa?"

Kru: "Kami dapat signal."

Kru: "Onkan skrin utama."

Kapten: "KAU!!!"

Kucing: "Apa khabar abiskita? Semua pangkalan kamu adalah kepunyaan kami."

Kapten: "Apa kau cakap?"

Kucing: "Kamu tiada peluang selamat, buat masa kamu."

Kucing: "HAHAHAHAHA"

Kapten: "Lancarkan semua Zig!"

Kapten: "Gerak Zig"

Kapten: "Untuk keadilan hebat."

I'm screwed...

-__________-

This semester I'm really fscked up.

I'll get better next semester. I promise.

So I guess I need to update.

Hari Raya has been so meh... Well, I'm gonna talk about something so bear with me.

This all started when I was in my primary school days. If not for that girl I told you about here a bit ago, the most closest girl to me would be this girl I'll call Hoppe (not the real name but there's a hint to it).

Although we were from different primary school, we go to the same ugama school and her parents are both teachers. Her mom taught me mathematics in Primary 5.

Then at SMPJN, we were in the same class from day one till the end. I was distracted and she was a bit high-classy anyway so we were kinda static.

She went to Maktab Sains and had a famous row with her best friend. I went to SMSA and did the same.

Fast-forward to this time... A few weeks ago I was a bit alarmed with her MSN signature name. She's now in the UK for further studies.

And just last week while I was dining I really wanted to know, so I asked someone who I thought would know.

My guess was right. Hoppe's dad had passed away, which I later learned was caused by lymphatic cancer.

I was gutted and pissed. You know why?

When I was younger I confided with her about my family problems. Now I can't do the same. We're so far apart now... The first few months after O-levels, I remembered talking to her on the phone quite a lot.

I kept it inside me until the morning of 1st Syawal. At Raya prayers, I saw her brother (whom I knew) sitting a few spaces near me. His eyes were heavy.

With the background of the Raya zikir I started to shed my own tears. Even if I've grown to get used to having my dad missing at Raya (he's now at Oman), I now realised how lonely it can be when he isn't here...

After prayers we shook hands. I heard a plain, dry "Selamat Hari Raya" and I returned the favour. He knew I knew, so no use elaborating.

To all you orphans out there, I pray for your fortune and well-being...

Selamat Hari Raya.

I'M IN DEEP SHIT

Hello. You are reading this in the lab are you?

I'm at home. I thought today was certain to be Raya and I wanted to watch Man United (AND THEY LOST AGAIN ADFGSGJGFDAJGASKHDGKASGDJGS)

I won't be coming today. My mom is enslaving me to do Raya preparations.

I will miss a lot. AND... Ms Elgar wants me dead.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA YOU FREAKS