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I hate blogging this in the morning. In fact I hate the word 'hate' in the beginning of my sentence but never mind, let's just proceed. In search for THE KEY to retrieve my stuff and here's the story: On Tuesday, I went down from my room to the hostel office. My room is on the 3rd floor. And then walked a few good meters from the office to the apartment to get my stuffs. 4th floor. Climbed the stairs only to find that I couldn't open the door with the key that had been given by that lady at the hostel office. Pissed off, collected myself, holding back my tears and asked forgiveness from Allah if I did something wrong and this is how He punished me. Got a call from a friend. She was asking for the money to buy some stuff for club registration day. The money was in my room at hostel. So, I walked back to hostel climbed the stairs and got the money and came down again. Then I walked to FOE building to get the key from my housemate (now my roommate) to see if I can open the door with her key. Walked back to the apartment with the proud sun  glaring at me fiercely, the wind won't fan and the clouds were hiding. It was a very hot day in Cyberjaya. 'Hiking' my way up, thank God the door opened. Cursing my way in. Panting. Cursing. Panting. Cursing. Happy. Happy. Happy. Packed my stuff. Went down again, walk to hostel, climbed to the 3rd floor. I'm sweating like nobody's business. Catching my breath. Swearing.............................................................................................................................
The dots is the 'tuuutt' sound. I said to the lady (it's good I use 'lady' because I call her something meaner before) that I want to borrow the key for just like 15 minutes (before all the climbing and walking thing happen) because my stuff is really, really, really not that much; 2 bags: one full of my books and important letters. In the other bag is just my bed sheet, stationary box and a few clothes. She was so reluctant to lend the keys to me but in the end the key wasn't f-ing functioning!!! Because I was so pissed off to the lady I kept the key until in the evening. When I returned the key, the lady start questioning me and I proudly said 'YOU DAMN KEY IS NOT FUNCTIONING, IT IS CHIPPED AT THE END SO THE DOOR WOULDN'T OPEN. I HAVE TO GET ANOTHER KEY FROM MY HOUSEMATE AND NOW EAT THAT FREAKING HUMBLE PIE!' You know I'm just exaggerate things rite? But I do said the first sentence and a part of the second one. How would you feel if that happens to you??? I just hate walking that day! :'(

Thanks for hearing me out.

The nomad,
Farhana