Happy Horrible Birthday Hafizan

 

The 18th of January 2011 was my 22nd birthday.

4 days before that, I bought a JVC radio for my car intended as my own personal birthday happy damn present for my damn self. It had an USB input so I could put my thumbdrive and cheer the happy music I had put in it.

But on the 19th, the day after my happy happy day this happened.

The window was broken into(see the empty window frame mysteriously without an intact glass?),

the new radio I bought and THE FRIGGIN CLOCK is now missing from the centre console(see the mysterious hole without a radio an a clock?).

 

HAPPY HORRIBLE BIRTHDAY HAFIZAN,

happy horrible birthday…

This is what you get for wanting to be happy for a day. For the people who hate me, this day would be marked in their lives as a nice day to go out and celebrate my ‘afflicted, bad break, behind eight ball, black, calamitous, cataclysmic, catastrophic, cursed, dire, disastrous, down on luck, hapless, hard luck, ill-fated, ill-starred, inauspicious, luckless, miserable, ominous, out of luck, star-crossed, tough luck, tragic, unfavourable, unhappy, unsuccessful, untimely, untoward’ day that I do not want to remember.

I know that some people, people who are close and dear to me, in their hearts are happy that this happened to me. Why? Because they are ungrateful communists that’s why. They smiled when they heard this happened. How do I know? I have eyes. Two of them. One in my right and the other in my left eye socket. Dude, you should really lie with your face more. It shouldn’t have been that obvious when you smirked.

I’m not gonna go into the who did this and who I suspect. Because I’m smiling right now. No, I’m not going senile or going bonkers with a machine gun in a mall. I’m not that stupid. Because I know who to blame for this incident in the first place. Who? The administration of UniKL-BMI. Hey don’t mistake me with people who hate their universities. I adore my campus. I just hate the people who make it a horrible place to study. I hate the people who made me park my car at a place very visible from the guard house and didn’t even know my car was violated until the police had arrived. I blame the people who couldn’t care less when I said to them I wanted to park inside. I blame the stupid people who made us car drivers park outside the campus. I blame you, the management of UniKL-BMI. You made this happy person a pissed person. Thank you. I hope you all go to heaven faster than all of us. I hope you enter heaven knowing that I hate you for making me a sad student who had his birthday present that he bought for himself stolen because of the policy that you yourself made. Thank you. Thank you very much.

As most of you don’t even care or don’t even know how to read English properly even when you work or study at an institute called British Malaysian Institute, I would like to tell you that this post isn’t intended to or for anything. Its my solace towards my car that has never been ungrateful to me unlike some horrible people I personally know and see everyday. A car that only have given me smiles and only asked me fuel in return. It is my way of getting comfort and I know it could have been worse. Unless you people want me to go kill some thieves, I would rather do something that would make their lives a more a living hell.

Happy Horrible Birthday Hafizan. Happy Horrible Birthday.