moment of silence -

for the death of Supernatural livestreaming cum quality time with Natz.

Semester 3 of my degree officially commenced yesterday, and out of all days, the only day I would have a class at 8am, would be the day CW decides to slot Supernatural in next fall. Lucks.

I mean, I'm happy that we got out of the death slot on Friday, and fellow western friends get to have their Friday nights back to resume their partying life etc, but asdfghjkl there's nothing quite like freaking out over something you love and knowing that right at that moment, thousands of people all over the world are freaking out over the same thing.

I just came back from dinner with some friends, and while they were talking about football, and while a lot of football fans might disagree, you guys are no different than any other fandoms. I think I blogged about this before but potatoes. I'm gonna repeat myself.

The passion, the disappointments, the pride, the devotion, the I'm gonna get cheesier by the second here but you get my gist right: WE'RE ALL THE SAME.

I LOVE IT.

During my holiday (the past one month), my mom kept lecturing me about how I'm always cooped up in my room, "watching your TV shows," (even though I was not... usually), but I can't help it; when I like something, I dive right into it. But she would know how that is, since she found this 700+ episodes soap opera on YouTube that she's losing sleep over. I'll look at her and I keep thinking that she's upset with me cause her eyes are swollen, but that's only from crying over fictional characters while everyone else are asleep. See, ma? You know my feels now.

Doubt she'll stop lecturing me, though.

But ugh, can you tell by now that this post has no actual substance and I'm now just rambling cause I'm trying to fill in my monthly quota?

Except of course I'm also trying to express my absolute gratitude over how absolutely easy it is for two different people to come together just because they have this one common thing that they are so passionate about.

*wipes one perfect tear*



- m.

'Give me the fever that just won't break.'

Here, have some Text From Dog.

Ye gods, my friend tweeted some of the posts from 9Gag, and I've been browsing through that since morning. Yesterday morning. A lot of poo and pee jokes, but IDK IT'S JUST SO FUNNY OKAY.

SEE WHAT I MEAN? SEE? SEE? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

I'm never getting these essays done on time.


- m.

gpoy.

- m.

rindu sangat sangat.

I need to keep reminding myself that once I ace this semester, I can indulge in you. But only if I get this right. Only if I work as hard as you do. I can't keep blindly stumbling through every term, waiting for the day I see you at the end. I have my own things to do and I need to make every day counts.

Fuck, what I really need to do is stop being complete batshit delusional about everything. Yes I miss everyone so much it's getting fucking ridiculous. The only thing I can do now is drink my damn tea and get back to my essay, and hope everyone else make their ways okay.





- m.

Photo Dump.

Some pictures of food cause I'M HUNGRY.

And procrastinating. Cheers!


Also by food, I meant sugar. Obviously. But that nasi kerabu was so gooooooooood.





- m.

Zendagi migzara.

The thing about people who hates making others wait is that, they spend a lot of time waiting for others instead.

We.

But I guess that's what giving and taking is about.

Such is life.



- m.

Cause I felt like it.

I'm starting to really love Subang Parade's MBO.

Gourmet potato crisps, fancy imported juice, new shoes, Italian BMT with lots of olives and pickles, Famous Amos' chocolate chip cookies, two bus rides around the entire USJ, and a handful of grin-inducing incidents; I'm sated. Spoiled myself so much last Monday, it might as well be my birthday.

Tomorrow I'm just going to do laundry and roll around on the floor while editing my mom's e-book. Because I can afford to.

Security? Love? I already have all of those.


- m.


p/s: I don't know where Jeremy Irvine came from, but hello. War Horse was absolutely brilliant, and if you ever felt like crying over horses, that's your go-to movie.