No I don't fuck him, sire.

Did you hear the news that I'm going to be Cuban's next president?

It was all over the news, blogs and newspapers in Cuba. I still have no idea on who and who or who spread the rumours since it's just a few minutes ago when this come to my known. But trust me this is so impossible. There's no way I'm gonna be a president there. Cuba is a communist country while I'm a fuckin socialist.

So what's the point of talking bout me when you never met me? Let alone playing this tepuk amai-amai with me.

What do you feel when somebody in the other side of your world, met not even once, talking bad about you, telling the entire region that you were some kind of dumb ass dude messing with her life, a loser, backstabber and etcetera. Happy? You gotta be kiddin me. You gonna start uttering the 'f' and 'b' words till the bad air is all clear.

Wait. What's 'b' word stand for? Bucks?

In life, there's a time when you don't have to put yourself in every single thing you heard and watched. Not that you don't care but you don't have to care too much. More when it comes to thing that piecely related to your life.

That's why I hate watching Malaysian news. That's why I hate sitting with some shitte who do care much about his unsolved country problems than his solvable math homeworks.

After all, being a Cuban president is not Joshly me. And Fergie became the first woman?

Where is the love then? Wattafuck.


Oh. I'm working on this 'love' article that may due on this V-day. It's still in a 'maybe' condition. Teaser.