hari paling malang

that's just it.
ranting about it now just won't solve anything. i still missed my flight.
just hope i could wake up tomorrow and get the hell out of here without any hitch.

sometimes, it makes me wonder, do all bad things happened has their own purpose/hikmah/whatever?
they say heaven works in a mysterious way (ya ya kurafat) but it just makes me wonder, or grudge, it just want to screw me up.

right now, everything just goes wrong.
god please, ease my way to home.
(i just can't rely on myself when it comes to me)



you know what dia-chan, this is one of the time i wish you could talk to me.




EDIT: (9/8/10)

fine. i'll just write about yesterday anyway.
it's all start with an unproductive morning of 10am.
bangun2 je trus bukak starcraft 2.
finished the storyline and found it quite engaging. (notice that i didn't use "campaign mode" as that sounds just too geeky)
rolling through the credit, alt tabbed, LOLFUCK? 1pm!
have a quick shower, go to abid's house. and... guess what? we planned to kill a rat.
by drowning it.
in the sea.
fuck yeah!
and now, starts the downward luck spiral.
i was told to wait for about 15 minutes but end up as fucking 1 hour.
abid went somewhere else, left his keys to me and seconds later, BAM.
"we're sorry because couldn't reserve the hotel."
"it's okay" (lolwut? fucking kidding me?! fuck you.)
"we're sorry"
"no it's fine. i'm planning to explore that place anyway." (and getting fucking robbed by the janitor)
i was kinda dumbfucked by the long waiting, already drowsy and all, walked out the door.
a little feet away, as my sense grew alert, i was like, "damnit, where should i sleep tonight? sial la korang. kenapa aku tak bising tadi?"
i waited at abid's, thought he's already home. another half an hour.
had a stroll around the neighborhood looking for nuts and baraka. i've already gave up with the baraka search and even considered buyin a few bits from every pharmacy from abid's to mine.
but noooo. it seems like everybody just craved for cashews and pisstachios.
i decided to go home. left a message and walk away.
and another 3/4 hour of waiting the tram along with the usual OMG-SINI? stares.

life goes on. getting ready for my flight to doha on 830pm.
left the house all neat and tidy. (lol!)
6pm. and just lol-fucking-what TRAFFIC JAM IS EVERYWHERE.
arrived at the airport on 8pm.
and just my luck qatar airways seems to have a policy of closing the gate 1 hour before departure.
there you go.
DON"T FUCKING WRITE 8PM FOR DEPARTURE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF ON 7 FOR FUCKING FUCK SAKE.
and yeah, walk out of the airport, sitting there like a dummy.
life just keep screwing with me but leaves me sprawling just before the extreme of the bad side so that i could taste every bit of tragedy happened. thank god i didn't get mugged.
met a group of ustazahs. just about to go home after seeing off a friend of theirs. (no jealousy there thank you. i'm kinda glad i'm alone. and no. i'm not being defensive.)
told my sad story in a somewhat sad but cool way.
"ish doktor ni relax je kalau kitorang dah menangis dah."
you just couldn't see my heart. lucky it's already dusk. they didn't see the beady eyes. :(
free transport back home~ (goddamn how i cursed and cursed but couldn't let them out in front of these good people)
and i kept wishing. like what i've done before edit.
this morning, thank god i managed to get the 12pm (11am) flight.
what a rush. i was in green plaza. rushed to camp caesar for my bags. waved down a taxi.
trimas pakcik teksi for understanding the whiff of desperation and fucking raced down to airport.
thank you good sir. (i payed 30EGP for the fare and said that as a tips but actually, i was more like, "here your jack-fucking-pot don't bother me with la'-40-pound bullshit coz I MIGHT MISS MY FLIGHT AGAIN thanks have a good day.")
thank god everything went on smooth and here i am in doha ranting. lucky there is free internet.


self counseling time~
well. thinking back, it just seems like i was paying a little bit less so i could pass the time safely in my room.
i would have to spend 20 hours from 0000 hour to 2030 hour in the airport.
i didn't and wouldn't get the transit accommodation anyway.
relax~
pity there is no girls involvement here.
pity... (ustazah2 tu x kira. they are good people la wei...)


and i've refrained myself from stalking you .
i miss y-