I'd lost my bike last night. I had a 7:30 pm literature class and after class, around 11 pm, I found that my motorcycle is f***ing gone. It's Maulidur Rasul eve, but still someone has guts to steal away an innocent student's bike like me? Gosh. What happen to the world out there?!?
I just called up my mom right after performing my solat Subuh and luckily my dad went to the Masjid to perform his prayer. So, I clarified everything to my mom ( sure I add some fictional points to avoid of being nagged! ) I shamelessly cried, not because I'm sad but I am seriously scared of my dad if he get ridiculously mad!
My close-knit buddy, Chip said, "Habislah ko, mesti ayah ko suruh hantar your macbook balik rumah, bagi adik ko gune" (You're dead! Your dad will ask you to return your macbook for your little brother to use!) Hahahaha... Tq fellas, you've been so supportive! Hahahaha!
I try hard to convince myself that there's a Hikmah behind all these predicament. (Even though I hardly find one!)
Tomorrow my dad will come all the way from Kuala Kangsar to buy me a new one eventhough I insist that I can always go by the-not-so-rapidKL buses. He said NO,NO,NO (ala Rehab of Amy Winehouse ). I will try to find the cheap ones because I really pity my parents. I really do.
I Love you Mom, Dad!Current Song: Why does it always rain on me by TravisCurrent mood: Sombre