Rubah Beternak

 I got some calls from pinjol yesterday. Like, twice, but it had never happened before so it was something new. Who in my small acquaintance circle could possibly give my number to them? Must have been someone who never tried to call me and never got their call picked up, it seems. That’s, what I thought when I got the first call. The second time they called, with a different phone number, I was binging lecture videos for my upcoming exam. One thing to know about this lecture, we were never taught any of these in class . It is a sport exam, like, yeah, obviously we would do more physical exercise than theory in class... but we only run and run and run and run until I got scared of coming to the campus because it feels like I am running from some non-existing thing that would eat me up if I even try to stop and it scared me but at the same time I couldn’t care less about dying because that thing is literally unseeable (like disease or grim reaper itself who causes actual death but ...

 I COME BACK WITH ANOTHER TRY GOOD DAY POST!!!! TODAY WE WILL BE DRINKING Good Day Hazelnut Macchiato , a flavour I saw at a minimarket sometime ago when I still have a lot of Good Days in store and THOUGHT WAS AVOCADO CHOCO OR SOMETHING!!!! After that I sworn to myself I will buy it but the next time I planned to buy a new batch of Good Day I got disappointed because it turns out IT WAS NOT AVOCADO 🙂 (please understand my confusion, it literally has this packaging :((() So in distraught, I decided to buy Good Day Cappuccino that was on discount and hold onto the plan to buy Hazelnut Macchiato ( Good Day Cappuccino was great, by the way, I feel like I am drinking something a little more coffee than carrebian nuts nor choccocino. But I forgot to write the review and I already forget what was my first impression). BUT TODAY!!! TODAY!!! I BOUGHT THE HAZELNUT MACCHIATO >:) I HAVE GET OVER MY DISAPPOINTMENT AND I AM GOING TO TASTE IT :OOOOOO The first thing I do is… sniffing the p...

 On one of our promised nights, you told me about a dream that you got. You were trembling, gloomy, and uncharacteristically sentimental. You looked like you were drunk on something that wasn't liquor. Your voice was lower than usual, and you sounded so full of sorrow. You told me that your brother appeared in your dream—he's been long gone in your life. Left without leaving any notice or explanation. In your narrative, you tried so hard to make it look like you hate him for leaving. But even I can sense that you know you can never hate him. Your brother appeared in your dream, and he hugged you in a ghostly embrace. It filled your inside up with warmth and touched your skin with cold and emptiness. It made you starve for more but it scarred you just as deep. I listened to your drunken longing. It felt like we were no longer in the same room together. You were in your head, thinking so far ahead to the past, and I was sitting next to your empty body. Watching your body while yo...