About the Weekend – Which is not even actually on a weekend

Of course, do you call Tuesday a weekend?

 

I’ve been spending the first seriously free eve here by reading the first book of Percy Jackson – thanks to Mr. Blogger telling me about it – I’ve downloaded from the internet the previous day. But I don’t manage to download the movie – yet.

While reading, I was comparing it to Harry Potter – almost the same idea of story but with different author and each of them have their own humorous side.

 

Yes reading in English is that fun if you can actually visualise them.

 

Just as info – when I read books, I didn’t see the words but I can clearly see the characters in my mind. No wonder I always seem to be carried away by only a few chapters and laugh my way to the end of the journey even if there were some characters killed in the making.

 

Yeah yeah.. I am writing in clear English. I read KHURAFAT TAHAYUL ILLUMINATI FREEMASON whatsoever book in the middle of PENGAJIAN HADITH programme.

 

So what?

 

It’s just a book, isn’t it? It’s not like I’m gonna believe I’m Percy or Harry Potter or Ariana Dumbledore. I am just someone people call WEIRDO. Just like those characters.

 

Yeah I’m kinda mentally retarded if you refer to the warden at my half-boarding school located at Jalan Ilmu, Batu Gajah Perak. She said I am retarded – but somehow I’m just being on my own. At least I don’t disturb people.

 

Whatever.

 

There are weird people in this world. We existed.

 

And Mr. Blogger even called me rare. *Hey wait! He is one! He talk to the animals – just like I did. Ok ignore it.*

 

Call me names. I say I DON’T CARE.

 

Now for the next chapter. Thanks Mr. Blogger. Now I love this place – because of the internet connection, and the books, and the nature. But not enough to make me call home. Oh, is that actually a home? And where’s my phone just now? Hmmm.. Maybe deep in the pond swimming with the kois.

 

Go on. Call that boy again. It’s not like I’m gonna actually talk to him like it should be. I can’t talk to him. He look almost like Mr. Blogger which make me talk like “Ermm..”, “Umm..”.

 

Wanna go find out who Mr. Blogger is? Oh I forget. He is still trying to revive his blog. Poor Mr. Blogger.

 

NotaBuku:
Ok I’ll take his word into heart. Just forgive them. Thanks my dearest Mia and Mr Blogger to be listening ears even sometimes it seems like I’m shouting my heart into your hearts.