This LIFE is semi-retired.

Hi! I'm updating this space to tell you guys that this second, seemingly, kinda, sort of unsuccessful attempt at deeply documenting my thoughts I call a blog will now be semi-retired. Facebook status updates and tweeting are a lot easier these days to blab about things like my views on life, society, and current events. Blogging, however, takes a little bit of thought. Heck, even THIS pinned post takes a while to be typed too.

The NARNIA division, however, I shall try and actively live it up; where I'll say good or crappy things about films, TV series, music, video games, events, or literature I have read... if this lazy-leech thing ever comes off of my brain, that is. 'Till then.

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Foods may cry.

We're not the rural African dudes. When they see food, they'll rush over and tear 'em apart; just like dogs. But when we buy/have foods, sometimes we left it to rot. And then some of us would say "Heh, let's just buy another one."

Maybe foods are being torn apart after the Africans devour every single part of its 'body', but at least they 'passed away' with a purpose. But when we don't eat them, foods may cry. Rotting is actually the depressive state of the food, since we left it uneaten.

Okay, let's skip to the chase. Actually, I bought nasi goreng paprik with an omelet for sahur today, but then my phone's dead, and my friends forgot to wake me up. I hope the food doesn't go all emotional on me. In the name of God, I'll save your all-powerful tasty soul from being taken away.

P/S:
1. Aw, damn. My stomach's acting up! Hang in there, buddy!
2. Aw, damn. I have just broke my vow to not cuss until iftar came about.
3. To all my friends who are the victims of my anger venting, again; I'm really sorry. It's just that I love food so much, I don't wanna let it go to waste.
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