Back at it again.

♫ Jaymes Young ft. Phoebe Ryan — "We Won't"

The last two weeks were pretty dreadful and I hated waking up every morning. Goodness gracious, I have to keep reminding myself that God attach me with this mental imbalance for a good reason and quite a few times that I failed to put some sense into my brain.

Like how waking up one morning just wanting to spew hatred at anyone coming my way. It's super annoying but then I know better days await.

I think they are here though because I finally got back my writing mojo, although not so much. I have managed to settle all my work in time (phew) and now I'm just waiting for the big event to be over with. I can't wait for the trip but at the same time I don't care if it's not happening?

On one fine day a few weeks ago I went through a funny incident that showed me some people can't really move on and it's really sad because you could have freed up those space for more love of other things rather than save it for that unpleasant feelings you have for yours truly here. It taught me that sometimes we have to understand some people will still hate you for no reason, despite not being involved with their lives anymore and worrying so much about people not liking you like that is just going to waste my time and drive me crazy because my former Godfather once told me; if everyone loves you,who's left to hate you? Isn't that right? (thank you Eminem you've been very inspiring) So I need to stop pleasing irrelevant and insignificant people like this.

On a totally unrelated note, I am going to finally admit this: I'm actually a psychic. Seriously. But only when it comes to Manchester United lol no kidding. I used to predict who's going to be on the score sheet and honestly, I always got it right. To the point that Sansan would always ask me who's going to score whenever they have a match. OK I belum sampai the real story yes sabar sat. So last weekend the Red Devils had a final match for their FA Cup. Being a supportive other half (the truth is I just don't wanna deal with his sadness later), I told Sansan they're definitely going to score sooner or later despite already entering the second half. And I gave out Mata's name as the scorer.

What do you think? Of course he did minutes after that pfft it's so freaking weird but it's honestly nothing new. Then when the Glaziers scored one too, he was back to being sad and so when Lingaard was prepping to enter the pitch, I automatically told him don't worry my Lingaard will score next! (I don't like ManU ok, the usage of "my" is just to annoy him because he hates him and he always scored when I expected him to) and of course my ladies and gentlemen, he surely did. And they won, and Sansan and I live happily ever after because no whining and sad sighs over an unwanted loss hurray it's a win/win situation indeed. This bizarre psychic crap actually made Sansan think that I am actually meant to be the Red Devils' fan, err excuse me I rather be recruited as one of the X-Men ok. Get it? Psychic? X-Men? Charles Xavier? Ok you get it I'm sure.

We celebrated our 2nd anniversary yesterday and despite being two days earlier, I had a lovely time. Anniversary dates are so annoying ok for the past 25 years of my life it is not something I find cute but since it's the weekend and stuff, we took the time to just walk down memory lane and all right that's it enough with the sappy part let's move on.

Ramadan is so near guys! I really can't wait although I know I'm going to be pretty sad (I mean, terribly, huh) for not being able to perform Tarawih with my Dad but it's okay. I mean really, it's okay.

Hmm.

Maybe not so much but hey, let's pray that we all have a blessed one this year and alhamdulillah for having the opportunity to experience it again. InshaAllah. Till then, take care and thank you for reading my ramblings.