Birocracy

pledged to myself to face whatever the haps or tidings in front of me, it would be like the more the days, the better it is. but it wasnt happen. sometimes too much thinking of happiness like money makes people be delirious. im in that part of less delirious. but still, i am. people love money right? but not only me, everyone would fight if only they dont get their right, right?  i'll explain how possible it is to correlate money and a son of a -beach- who likely running from his obligation.

7 mobility students of Northern University of Malaysia went to these buildings to find him, to ask our money. total amount of ours is around 30 million. too much for himself to bought her daughter some toys. yaaa except he too much of get laid and having dozens of kid. but the point is, someone there is playing with us. play with our money. no. my parents money. but soon be mine. okay, back, that i need it back. thats it. im wondering now like a derpina face. how could he pledges to us to process it and give it today, but didnt give any kind of fact. he took holiday for about 2 weeks and left his promise. i really hate you, encik. i dont know why all the time, money categorized as sensitive part of life. plus with the tricky birocracy in here. its too complex. is that too hard for you encik, just to sign it before you go to your happy holiday huh? is that because we are too cute? fq. is that because we are indonesian? yo mama please. dont be too fat of money, dont be racist. thats still my argument. but i think so, because most of the elites here look like that. thats one of so many reasons why i dont like malaysian. but not all of them. i just said for elites okay, not for my malaysian friends. okay, at least, till tomorrow, those 7 students  are gonna wait for the 'sensitive part of life' to be back to their hands. if it is not so, therefore they should called the malaysian elites of Northern University of Malaysia are cheaters, swindlers, liars, corruptor, or likely else.

Yesterday

im a stranger of myself. cant hold something wrong and dont even know whats wrong with myself. i knew and realized it when people react like scumbag face. i love writing. i love writing so much. write my own life. hold the pen and no one could take it from me. i love my mother. i love my dad. but i dont know why most of my thoughts were for my dad. 

but someone knows me more than myself. i hold the pen, he gives the ink. hes my dad. fathers day, a day when every daughter in the world says they love their papa, say thank for papa, and blablah all the lovely things. but i dont think i have to tell you about that, dad, that i love you. you always know that, so i dont have to. daddy, every single moment about my weakness, i always thought about you. you show me how not to be weak. i cant imagine how was this life without you. i look around that my luck isnt as good as others, but much people isnt as good as my luck too. thats what you said. i grew on your hard efforts. how you keep your family in happiness. ive never seen you cried. i know and everybody knows how sad the life is. hard to get money, hard to buy foods, clothes, house, car, how tired you are.

yesterday, is a fathers day, dad. 

i just need to show you. i dont have to tell you. 

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