So yesterday, the class was over, well not technically but I won’t be seeing their face anymore. Next semester is meant for seeing my supervisor’s face only. Big sigh.
And you know what? I am sad.
My classmates are amazing [except maybe for one ..err..or two [untuk tidak nampak obvious haha]]. On my first day entering the class I was thinking oh shit another isolation since that’s what I faced during my degree years. I hate my degree years. Fun times happened during sorok-sorok hisap rokok dekat parking or dekat cafe ataupon bila malam menjelma. I can’t really fit in with my classmates, tak tahu apsal maybe aku tak cukup intellect and tak matured lagi haha. Ataupon mungkin aku kera sumbang, hmm ada possibility. Dahla asyik nak kene nasehat keinsafan dengan Zaidi Razak, euww.
Mereka juga vain!
But heh, look at me now, did I feel sad when I left UM? Hell no. Ok, maybe I miss Pantai Hillpark carefree life but not UM as in FSKTM ok. I was looking forward for everything to end.
Yet, this time. Oh man oh man. Even though aku selalu mengeji UITM but I have to say there friends that I made there adalah mengatasi ketidaksukaan aku terhadap UITM. Even the lecturer were superb [I can't believe I say that]
Learning was never this fun. You disagree with the lecturer or your friends? Go ahead and say it, nobody is going to shoot you down. You feel like nak gelak macam perempaun gila sebab ada perempuan gila yang lain menggelupur masa presentation, silakanlah. You have some crazy idea that you want to share, you’ll be surprise hearing the feedback.
I mean, never in my life aku sedih bila kelas dah habis. Macam..apa ni? WTF?
Well, I started with an aim, to have a qualification in writing because I soooooooo want to do something related to writing [so siapa nak offer aku kerja? 
] but I realised, with no experience and no proper education, that will be hard. So I applied and got in.
But in return, not only I underwent a humble learning experience yet I too meet a bunch of wonderful, fun menggelupur people.
I mean, I talked about Gibran, Shahnon Ahmad and bengawan solo [love that piece, tranquility] while eating bihun sup yang pedas.Pernah ke aku buat macam tu dengan orang lain tanpa rasa poyo? Tak okkkk [Swirly tak kira, he's different]. Oh tidak lupa juga mengumpat dan bergossip-gossip artis.
Unlike some people I’ve met, these people are sure to stay on my list . Till we meet again ya!
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There are lots of things that I find difficult to handle or to control.
Like memaki orang bila marah, gembira, sedih ataupon dalam apa jua mood, stuff my face although I am feeling full and lots more yang aku sendiri tak larat nak tulis.
But I think the greatest cabaran is menahan kentut when I’m done with my ablution or the greater of the greatest, masa dah start sembahyang.
I just cannot understand why, the moment aku dah habis basuh kaki mesti nak kentut. Oklah, fine. Aku kentut, kadang-kadang siap terus buang air besar sebab I want to let everything out.
But still, the cabaran goes on especially when I reached the final two rakaat. Gila kemut bontot ok, I know it’s makhruh tapi aku sakit hati. Kadang-kadang walaupun kemutan aku kuat, ianya terlepas jua, sedikit tapi dirasai [apa macam gampang ayat aku ni?] 
. Tak suka tau.
I think somehow my intestine had screw up, dah jadi macam perangai jantan-jantan yang aku selalu date. Suka mengentut sana sini. I have to do something to preserve my kelembutan [as if haha].
I mean, sure la I have no problem kentut di depan orang ynag share katil dengan aku tapi kalau tiba-tiba sewaktu berjalan-jalan ada mamat hemsem macamana?
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I think she was his colleague. She was wearing a cropped chest white shirt, emphasising her boobs. She was fair and her hair was shoulder lenght, I could not see her face though.
I saw him walked towards her and talked. Out of sudden he fondled her breast. Her breast! Now, I am not the type of person who would go bonkers seeing him talking to another women or even eat out together. My self esteem is not that low but fondling other woman’s breast which is obviously bigger than mine drove me to the edge.
Me: What the fuck were you doing?
He: Oh, I thought you don’t mind. She is just a colleague of mine, she means nothing to me.
I don’t mind? I don’t miiiiiiiiiiiiiindddddddd? Apakah kau memegang tetek perempuan lain aku tidak akan kesahhhhh? Adakah aku akan sukaaaa?
Tell me perempuan mana yang tak marah?
I was so freaking mad, sangat marah ok sampai bila aku terjaga dan nampak dia tidur dekat sebelah, aku rasa macam nak bangun and sepak dia. Kalau boleh nak sepak sekuat hati.
It was a dream yes but I could still feel the rage.
When I told him about it he just sengih-sengih and said “Nanti I nak cariklah perempuan yang you cakap tu”
Tak kelakar ok, tak kelakar.
And today, I dream that I had HIV. Apa masalah mimpi aku ni? Tak boleh ke mimpi yang best-best?
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