Living Life..

I came back from futsal.. to find 5 drunk ppl in me house.. all not very happy due to 1 of those people kinda being a psycho.. as the psycho was put to bed after throwing chunks to an award winning distance.. we sat and talked about the situation.. slowly.. 1 out of the 5 ppl left couldnt take it any longer and went to sleep..

As the number reduced to 4.. topics were still being thrown around.. reminiscing about good times.. talking about regrets.. hoping, wishing for a better future.. suddenly 1 of the 4 ppl put on swimming goggles and started singing to what was playing on the speakers, leaving 3 ppl..

As we talked.. 2 guys including myself.. and the 1 NOT psycho chick.. we realized we all are on the same boat.. journey is sort of similar.. but we all have different stops and different boats to get back on.

She was trying to get into the mind of a man.. why we dont love, why its all about looks, we men are assholes.. but then i fought back with why do chicks only like doods with money and a car.. why chicks are only in for the material things.. and then i forced her to understand that ppl like that do exist.. but thats not the whole planet..

She was talking about how she cant find love.. and how unhappy she is.. i explained to her how shes in a negative thoughts trap and cripple her into 1st a day of unhappiness.. 2nd into a week of tears.. and then into a month of sorrow.. a never ending cycle of pain..

She forever relates love to 1 asshole who screwed it up for her.. basically lesson.. get over it!
It'll definetely change your life for the better.. and whatever happens.. when you think about the past, dont depress yourself over the stoopid things you did, otherwise your messing up whats coming towards you as well.

Its not the journey.. its the destination!

Peace
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Ramadan Kareem

Well, its already my 3rd ramadan here.. pretty quick innit? The people i usually shared it with, had to fast with me, this time none of my housemates have to, so its a lil different that the usual ramadan.

This is def. the worst ramadan for me ever.. i know no water and no food is supposed to make you cranky, but this is ridiculous. I have this ever lasting ache in me head.. its like thinking about the load that awaits me this sem.. ACCA's turning out to be this poison that sucks the life outta you, driving you to extreme agony.. BUT.. will never kill you.. sucks huh?

Anyway, that just slipped out.. supposed to just wish Ramadan Kareem to every1.. hope the month goes smooth!

Peace
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2 months..

Its been 2 months roughly.. nothing of significance to report.. just thought I'd invest a couple of words here since it was brought to my attention that it had been a while..

Me mum, sis and cuz dropped by here.. they enjoyed themselves here.. cheap stuff, fruits and nice weather.. key things you will NEVER EVER find in dubai.. unless you willing to pay outta the ass!

Went to Cameron, Penang, Langkawi and Genting respectively! Loads of things to talk about every once in a while. Oddly enough, i didnt really get sick of them.. usually i do get sick of people, not like i go away or push them away, just when things get to predictable and jaded.. i get bored.. simple as that.. but this time things didnt slow down enough for me to complain.. Thank You God for that i guess..

Results coming out on the 14th of this month.. hoping for the best so that i can add a paper on to my current load of advanced tax and audit.. the latter is literally killing me.. each question takes about 1.5 - 2 hours.. and the possibility of getting it wrong is like 50%.. any purpose who can make a logical decision would say those numbers arent a friend.

The house is pretty bland now, Raashid left.. so theres not much football talk around in the house.. atleast no expertise and no opinions.. had a nice petite farewell for the lad and i pray we cross paths again.. God bless him.. dont remember anything cept good times.. whether it was Man Utd or Arsenal losing to the other! =p

I got a Tax progress test tomorrow.. i was not zactly aware of that.. ive been floating in and outta class so im not really aware of n e tin.. atleast ive oredy covered most of the portion.. not a prizewinner.. but least il pass the paper inshaAllah..

Now that mum and yas gone back.. im back to my life of nothingness and uni.. joy? =\

I dont know how that sounds to the untrained ear, but its sort of a bitter sweet thing.. i get to play all the poker i wan.. no1 touches me PC.. i get to play all the music i wan wenever.. atleast the expense of not being served at the respective times and everything being for.. hmm.. basically it between being in your parents house and freedom.. as bad as it would get, id always choose freedom.. *shrug*

Hmm.. k, il get back to tax..

Peace
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