Not Fun Anymore

It is so hazy today. I am anticipating a state of emergency to be announced soon. Just so that I can take the car and drive back home to cleaner air. Otherwise, if I can get access to some bullpup or magnum sniper rifle or krieg or some shit ass C4s I would be the first to fly to Indonesia and shoot down every single sumabitch I see. F*cktards.

Yes, dry weather equals bigger fire equals fertile land in no time equals bigger profits. Dammit. *THAT* is only if you’re Indonesian.

Naturally occurring hotspots I can forgive, but this is wicked.

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This morning, I was in my Manufacturing processes class and I heard something that unnerved me. My lecturer blankly told us, or somehow implied that everyone’s report has got to be plagiarised from the internet. The exact words were ‘ Mesti cut and paste punya, kalau tidak takkan takde grammatical mistake lansung?’

Seeee……. it does not pay to do your homework yourself. I spent hours doing that piece of shit, trying to put in the most suitable words for every sentence, trying not to sound like every other conclusion  that I’ve written before and he had the audacity to say something like that. Although he wasn’t talking about our group’s report in particular, I was disappointed. Are we that shit ass useless that we are not even capable of stringing a sentence without a grammatical error?

Sien.

But we’ve seen worst. If I didn’t remember wrongly, I once had a lecturer who thought we’ve  all cheated and I had to purposely make some mistakes just to be *authentic*. Ahem.

My glamer so poor I so shit ass useless I go die now I shouldn’t even walk the ground you walk already.

*Arggh*

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Oh well. I got myself the new guitar string and I spent some good hours playing after hmmm …………..3 weeks of not touching the guitar?

And The Devil Wears Prada was superb. I was so fascinated by what they are wearing on every scene that I didn’t take my eyes off the screen even when I had to reach for the orange juice. Meryl Streep has such presence. She’s made for that role. And there was this scene where after she’s divorced and she sat on the couch without any make up. She looked so different. It was as if for a second, she’s kinda real and not some larger than life figure.

At one point Anne Hathaway actually looked like one of those stick-figure models in one of those magazines. It was made to seem quite believing that Andy had turned to ‘the dark side’.

All in all, it belongs up there with all the great movies that I’ve watched.

Ahh but the ending is just so cliched. I can’t help but use this word. Using this word itself is so…….cliched.