When the hormone talks

To be honest, i dont understand why people say sorry when they dont actually mean it. I mean, seriously people in this universe. Wake up. You have to mean it when you ask for apology from someone. U cant just bluntly say sorry and then make this weird insincere face, can you? Perhaps you don't understand that if you cannot ask for apology-probably because of your thick unabolished ego that refrain you from saying sorry and actually mean it-then you should just go far far away in the land full with yourself and yourself only, you hear me? Because, well my dear friends, haven't u heard those talkings saying "forgive someone and ask for forgiveness from someone before you sleep because you'll never know maybe you won't have the chance to wake up again the next day"? I am pretty much very serious now, more than ever. Because I got myself all fed up with few populations, which is not good for my health and I if I mention what type of populations they are in. Easy to say, I got fed up sometimes and I really got my head tangled with all this mess. 

Seriously though, if you say sorry, mean it. And if people ask for forgiveness, forgive them. Who are you again to not forgive people? *cough*  and, please for once, be mature. You aren't in the age group where you have to start weaning in order for you to get enough nutrition. You are a grown up. You can differentiate between a poop and a chocolate sauce, right? Heh.

Sorry. And I really mean it.

Hello, people

Phew,it's been a longggg while since my last post. I wasn't that busy, mind you. I did visit my blog sometimes, whenever I felt like it. Perhaps I did write two or three lines in the post box but then I reverted everything back into draft after realising how ridiculous my posts were and they're all too nonsensical to be read. I guess those haters of mine must've been pretty intrigued and irritated, eh? Ya loh, I didn't give them any stories for them to story back to others.  *i stopped writing for a while because I am searching a way to make a new paragraph and I couldn't find it! I am not writing using the usual instrument, hence the noobness.* let's just ignore the schematic writing and just go with my flow.  So okay. These past few days, I have been putting myself in miseries,  where all I could think about were the smell of my home, the laugh of my mom, the jokes of my dad, the crazy annoying siblings of mine, and lets be frank, it's going to be a long dreaded post if I am going to list out all the 

'Thes' here. It's Raya and I am moody. Oh well, u don't have to be a woman and has PMS for you to be moody during Raya month while stuck in a land where all you could do is live alone with the world full of yourself. I mean, come on. Even if you are a man with bulky muscles, you still want to be with your family during Raya. Am I right or am I right? So hush if you are being judgey and say I sound pathetic. Oh, speaking of being pathetic, I did act well in that department since on the exact first day of Raya in Malaysia (India was one day late), I kept updating my Facebook newsfeed and keeping myself on track with those beloved people I have in Malaysia, celebrating their first day of Raya with smiles, laughter, happiness and everything of the sort. I was still having classes that time and I still took the risk of getting kicked out from class if they caught me red handed using phone in class. Luckily, I wasn't being sent out from class even when I updated my Facebook and Instagram newsfeed every five seconds or so. 

*i ACCIDENTALLY tapped on the return button and it popped out the blinking line right on the new paragraph line.wihuuu.* 

So there you go, a new paragraph before I sign myself out. 

Sorry to break it up to you, people who stay in Mysore, Malaysians especially if in any case you read my blog or even if u accidentally found my blog, I highly advise you people to not taking food from empire restaurant regularly. I don't want to be mean here and ruin some other people's business but this is serious! Plus, I said in a good way, may I be excused. I didn't say you guys should just stop eating there because then I might be sued, but this is kinda important and it could really save lives if that restaurant do nothing to the people and the property's hygienes. You guys should refrain from eating there until they figure out their messes and act upon my comments, because when we ate there for dinner, they served us chicken kebab which looked nice but when I picked one piece of chicken out, the chicken still bled proving that they hadn't cooked them well enough and you don't need to be a pro to tell whether a chicken is cooked well or not, right? As long as it still bleeds, it means it needs to be cooked for some time more. It spoiled our appetite just like that and let me tell you this, I was friggin hungry that time and I was super mad. Not only that, I saw a rat passing fast under our table, which freaked me out! And you know what they people did to react? they laughed at me because I was too freaked out that I might had burst into tears. They should just whack that rat or at least say sorry to me!! Instead, they laughed and gave me this face of 'oh come on, it's just a rat and there's no need to create a drama here'. See? That's what made me sad and gloomy up till now. Heh. 

out ya go

we will move out soon enough, as soon as this Saturday. my mom was mad actually for making the decision to move out since living here in Sankalp pretty much gave us minimum head frowning and mental stress problems. the efficiency of their services here was my topnotch. but seeing how much i spend my money per month made me turned myself up on giving away the privileged of staying here and hence the moving out decision was made. we will be shifting to a new apartment, which offers a lower cost of living compared to Sankalp, but slight issues were of course there. but either you deal with it or you have to survive bankruptcy every  three months or so. your choice, woman.

the big problem here is, i have loads and loads of stuffs to pack, and i don't know how big of a lorry can fit my stuffs, so i just have to wait and see about that later. in the meantime, i need strength and muscles to sort and pack my things to be fitted snugly in the boxes! and truth to tell, i have done pretty much only 10%, which is, not as much as what my friends and i expected since we have to get our asses out this Saturday.