It Doesn't Matter that We are Meant to Say Goodbye

They say we tend to instil excessive expectation on our other half because we learn unnecessary flights of imagination and fantasies from novels and movies of romance genre. The one who loves least controls the relationship and so I consider ourselves very rational because we do not stick to each other like those typical dead-locked infatuated lovers. Why one would prefer flying in his dreams when staying awake and enjoying the reality of having someone like you as a listener every night could be so comforting? Thank you, really, for being who you are and accepting my flaws and immaturity.

I care not that you find yourself dull, robotic and know nothing of romance. I care of cherishing the weekeends and hours we spend intimately before we are to go our separate ways some day soon. We were given: two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see and two ears to hear. But why only one heart instead of two? Perhaps the other was given to someone else, for us, to find. And I hope you are the one, for now.

Happy Valentine's. Appreciate.

Law of Attraction Says it All ...

So I went to the Accomodation Office for the N-th time to meet the manager for the very first time.

I found yet another dead cockroach next to my refrigerator on Sunday. It totally killed my jovial weekend mood. Just put yourself in my shoes: Shopping and burning some cash with a recently given platinum card and before I had time to celebrate my new polo shirt and three pairs of uber gorgeous pants, I got freaked out by a dead pest. This is not normal at all. I know of people living in the same residence hall and yet they do not have problem with pests or bad smell. I did whatever I could to get rid of the odour. I mop and sweep the floor very often and develop a new 0bsession for making the bathroom shine like diamond. Do I have to mention the pandan leaves, charcoal, pest trap (previously)? And yet cockroaches love my room so much they have to pay me unwanted visits.

Accomodation Office Manager tried to sound as friendly as he could but with me playing lawyer with him with my upset facial expressions and careful use of language, he decided to make the conversation sarcastic. Typical Malaysian attitude of disrespecting consumers' interests. Is that what you call first amongst equals? (School motto. Duh~ Ya right...) Before making thourough investigation, he claimed I am being too sensitive and that if their actions do not meet my requirements I am free to surrender my lousy room and obtain my reasonable refund. Oh wow. Now I am starting not to love the School that much anymore~ Such unreasonable response to my complaint resembles the Malaysian common real life situation of women filing a police report that they got raped and getting cold shoulders from male police officers who assumed these rape victims are nothing but whores who invited sexual harrassment themselves. Now we know why women are yes-men (I meant yes-women) in the Parliament.

The lousy manager was so compelled to tell a story of his daughter having problems with centipede in her bathroom and that the Law of Attraction explains it all the daughter was the major reason for inviting the poisonous insect. Ahuh~ You do not need to be legally trained to pick up his ratio decidendi. So I asked him if I should be deemed the cause of my own pest trouble. He grinned and said he was giving useful suggestions to solve my problem. Aww. So sweet of him. Am I touched? HELL NO! If I am going to hell, I will drag him along too~!

You know, I wish the School teaches us first year Law students the Law of Attraction. Wonder how useful is that gonna be? Like if you keep telling yourself subconsciously you will get an A for English Legal System, you will seriously get an A? Oh darn it. Then we do not even need quality lecturers anymore :)

Am trying real good to control my anger by telling myself: I am a lovely and funny guy and do not let cheap things get into my classy, sophisticated mind. Hopefully Law of Attraction works this way then. LMAO ... ...


'I used to store anger and it affected my play. Now I get it out. I'm never rude to my playing partner. I'm very focused on the ball. Then it's over.' - Helen Alfredsson, American Golfer.