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Ok. This is reaaaally problematic. I can't sleep.

Oh well. I haven't post anything for a noticeable period.

Today you ask?

This day is supposed to be the day where I fough with Mr. Aiman and Mr. Shahram about the letter thing. It's a very simple letter, and they're treating the letter like a threat to theirs. A major threat. That's when all hell break loose. The college's atmosphere changed slightly because of this. Yes, slightly, but in an obvious way. I can see the indians gather and discuss, discuss, and discuss till there's a smile in their faces. All these are happening in an alarming rate.

And I don't see a single word of my name broadcasted today. How wierd.

Well. That's their problem. I don't have anything to against of.

Okay. I single-handedly witnessed an accident right in front of my eyes a few hours before. It was 12.00 o'clock at m'nite I think. I was riding my bike with a generous speed and suddenly there's a car in front of me came from nowhere, losing control of the ride and starts swirling to the side. A loud kaboom can be heard. Victim? A motorcycle with two passengers. I was there first after the incident because I was like, just a couple of meters before them. The person who was driving the car was a women. Luckily, all the crash's participant was all chinese. Soon after, they were like, talking to each other in chinese. Linguistic barrier, again. Damn. I stood there miraculously stupid for a moment before continuing my journey. The scene was flooded with people soon after. The motorcyclist who drive the bike suffers some mild injuries, but the passenger was seriously injured, as in his leg. I can see some scratches here and there to both of them but it's not that serious.

I don't care about the injuries, but somehow I remembered how the accident occurs. Frame-by-frame. *shivers*

So, anyway. Talking about my life.

Caroline.

While I'm paralyzed with the lack of mobile technology, she managed to reach me via Zikri. How wierd. Isn't she supposed to be dead by now? At first glance, ignorance was my choice. Then soon after that, she told Zikri that she wanted to meet me. Various reasons attached. Okay, fine. Thursday, 27/9 it will be (tomorrow @@@@@@).

Yesterday, with a little help from my mom's phone and my ability to swtich simcards professionally, I managed to contact her via sms. The conversation just went smoothly before I asked her about her boyfriend, as in, "Hehe.. so, bf sihat?". She didn't replied to my msg for a long time. I had to call her to know what's happening. Do you want to know what she told me when I called her?

"*moans* sorry.. tadi tertido kejap."

That. I repeat, THAT, was an act of literal stupidity. I then sent her a msg regarding my frustration about her, and, somehow, she managed to *wake herself up* and replies to the msg. She told me, she don't have a boyfriend, and she wanted to explain everything when we met.

Okay. I swear to god this is her very last chance to prove anything that she told me before.

End of story. To be continued tomorrow.

'Sid-diq'. Haha. A taboo for everyone.

Afiq started the quick, high pitched Siddiq. 'Sssssssidiq!' Something like that. Now I'm hearing that particular version of my name in everytime we met.

And again. My classmates (is that correct?). There are a group of people I don't really knew about them in my class, and they started to shout my name in random intervals. It's like, we were discussing in my own group and suddenly my name was in range, coming from the back. But when I looked back, they eventually stopped.

These two things kinda pissed me off a bit. But it's fun, for me, to have my name unknownly spread across unknown distances.

Talking about 'Siddiq'. Siti Raihan.

Ok, I discovered her blog already. She finally and volunteerly gave me to look at it recently. I read it several days after. All the things stated in the blog is actually not surprising, as I was given numerous hints about that before.

Hehe. The blog will serve as a special nostalgia for us, in which, I once liked a person who is within the range of my 'someone' I prefer. Who is a very well a very kind-hearted person. A complete package of a perfect, ordinary life sealed within a female body.

And I wish she could think more. Majority of her friends don't really liked her to be with him, including me. I hoped that she will eventually consider her friends' opinions, which know her best than anyone else. You see, the problem is not her. Its his. There's a range of plethoras that we don't know.

I'm not comfortable with her unbased patience. I really, REALLY wish she would came out from her love life just for a moment and see the wider perception, the long-range impact, and most importantly, administrated her friends opinions. Sit in our shoes, what do we think about you. Just a little out-of-the-box judgment could deliver you to somewhere.

(COME OUT FROM THE BOX AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!!!!!111!11111)

But if that's her choice, then I don't have a choice other than to believe in her.

Oooops. Did I just wrote her name? =X.







And then came the Subuh's prayer call.