It’s monday morning already! 13 hours to go and I will leave you, Malaysia. Ga rela banget~!!!!

Yesterday was a beautiful Sunday. I was in a fluffy and gloomy mood at the same time, since it’s my last weekend here. I dropped by 95% to take letter from Janet and went to Ikano after that. Joyfully shopping at Tesco, eyeing the mushroom that my Mom asked me to buy (Yeah, out of so many things in Malaysia, she wanted me to buy the long mushroom with a very small head -__-”)

All of the sudden, my bright sunny day has changed to black gloomy day with thunder when the stupido housemate reply my boy sms. The content of the sms hit me so hard, I was ‘boiled’ from normal tempature to 100 degree. My body was shaking and my heart beat faster than usual, I could feel my blood pressure went up. That’s the result of holding the anger, tolerance with the housemate, for about 6 months. I’m going back soon, I won’t let him go that easily without giving him some lesson. Gosh! I can hardly feel and react like this for quite some time. Well, I supposed the last time was in my semester 6, few months ago.

I called him immediately and he still using his lame reason and off my phone call that lasted less than 20sec. Wtf?!? I called him and he off it when he like to. I want to pay the bill and ask him for the statement and he asked whether anything kena cut or not and take forever to provide it. I asked him to clean the cats’ litter and rubbish once, he just clean half of it. I asked him about Streamyx, he gave whatever reason for days and in the end of the day said he cut it because no one use it except me and my boy, and now he is using Maxis wireless, what kind of stupid joke is this? and so on so on.

I am more than happy to know that I am going to leave this house soon and won’t come back again. Never. If for some reason I will stay in Malaysia for some time, I will do my best not to look for house that is rented by the stranger-housemate from the house owner himself. And no pet! Not even a goldfish! Find friends, rent a house, write rules from the beginning or else find a room that I directly pay to the house owner or agent.

It’s not easy to stay with other people especially if that fella rent the whole house himself then only rent it out to others. I moved in with a hope that this housemates will be better. I don’t mind they are gay, lesbian, shemale or whatever you name it. But things turn out the opposite way.

All goes back to communication, tolerance and respect each other. Well, afterall, going back Medan will cool me down for some time I supposed. No more cats miao-ouh-ahh-ehhh-I-want-’it’-now that kind of sounds. Imagine la, if the 6 kittens grow up already, there will be at least 10 cats in the house and the other 5 don’t know put at whose house. One just have the heat season, follow up by the other and continue with the rest. Siao or not? I can heard the sound from the security guard house there ler. -__-” The housemate just looked for trouble, wanting the neighbors to complain him and take the cats away I think.

Alright, I should go to bed now and flash back the sweet memories I had in Malaysia instead of still sitting, online, recall my anger this afternoon and kutuking da fella. Not worthy at all.