The last time I spend the whole month of Ramadhan with my beloved mom is during my primary school.
I was planning on going back to my hometown this weekend only to be spoiled by my brother's what-a-high-commitment toward his work. Can't blame him for that. Work in such a huge company with such super competition, that's for me just acceptable. Corporate life suck didn't they?
He text me then. Confirming that it will be next week. Fine with me.
Just when I was about to continue my computer-gaming session, this stupid statement came up. "Dude, our economic test is next week aite? Saturday 21st." And I was like cursing and cursing and cursing which really done well in deducting my fasting reward.
Thanks you, me.
Lately there were lots of sad news about this un-sin masterpieces found in an unnecessary place. There were also talks and talks of sending the convicted to death penalty. I gave that a vote. To teach others not to, I think that will work.
They deserved it.
And the title is really something you don't have to think. It wasn't my intention of writing some mental harassment not worthy reading entry on this Sunday heat. Damn, I'm hungry.