Lets Fuck a Mailbox

I've left Kedah. I've left UiTM. But in approximately 3months later, I will be back at Selangor. I managed to get a pretty-not-bad result, so I can continue my study in law for degree.

I learned that today, in the morning. Despite getting just enough pointer to get my ass in the degree study, I was happy. Because I know that I don't really working on my study during my time at Kedah. Thank God, I'm qualified. I'm awesome.

Then moments later, I started to forget about it. The degree, pointer stuff. I watched an NBA Regular Season, LA Lakers vs Denver Nuggets which saw my favourite team wins the game. The Nuggets wins, and actually both of them are my favourites. But I like Lakers more. So I'm like, I'll play basketball today. This evening. That NBA match really fire me up.

4.40pm, I went to the basketball court. I played with this unknown beardy man (I don't really care about him), and he is quite good at shooting the ball. He asked me to have a one-on-one 3pointer match with him. The rule is; who can shoot the greatest number of 3point shot in a row wins. I shoot 11 in a row, and he got 2. Guess who wins?

I know it is pretty silly, but I'm still happy. I cheep an unknown song during my way back to home; as a sign that I'm turning happy and silly. And green too.

The plan is; I'll take a shower, cook some good meal, eat, MSN chat, then sleep. That's perfect for me.

When I reached my house, I turned on my laptop and login my facebook account. There is where all of this fucking stuff happened. I just.. saw something that I guess I better not to. Something that makes my butt itchy and losing my head. And if I was right, it shouldn't be just like that. It should be more. I got some logical ideas that contribute to the thought of "yeah, I think I was right". So, I took the simplest way~deactivate my account.

Yup, I got it. Whoever read this will not understand what I'm saying. But never mind, I'm just trying to release my tension. So it doesn't really matter for you to comprehend my words.

When I get myself in this situation, I always try to recall some funny scenes in the movies. I don't know why, but it works for me. I'll divert my attention to the silly matters, so I don't have to think about the un-fucking-forgivable thing that happened just now.

The guy in the movie told his friend, "I'm so bored. Lets get a girl". Then his friend answered, "Bored? So lets fuck a mailbox". I won't tell you what movie it is.

I laughed my shit out. How am I gonna fuck a mailbox? Is it even possible?

I'm just.. Pushing myself too much. I'm tired. And I feel lonely. I need someone in this house.

Later.