that asshole.

Generally, there's that one person that you know, irregardless whether the person is a friend or boy/girlfriend (relationship), there musta be that one person who's plain fucked up in every single thing that s/he say or do.  Numsayin?

Being fucked up isn't the worse thing that a person could do to you thou, cuz sometimes it's fun to listen to their whining or watch what they do, well, based from my experience in life, these people are the ones that you can actually count on cuz yknow... They're just plain weird and would understand what you're going thru. Inna way.

Howsoever, it's a different thing from fucking up to becoming an asshole. An asshole, according to the dictionary: a stupid, irritating or contemptible person. Somebody; from my view, you should NOT be friends with from the beginning.

I somehow, strongly believe that God "sent" you these kinda people to you for a reason. A good or bad reason, only He knows. Nevertheless, look at the positive side from it thou. 

Not-so-recently, I knew this person "via" a mutual friend. As people say, "don't judge a book by its cover", but knowing the oh-so-picky me, I DO judge a book by its cover, hence the reason why I only take 45mins every month at the bookstore just to get my reading materials (5 to 7 novels on a monthly basis) - DONE! 

So, back to my story, I wasn't that keen, eager, pungent or so badly wanting to get to know this person in the first place thou. It's just like the song by Savange Garden, I Knew I Love You Before I Met You, but it's I Knew I Hate You Before I Met You. Not wanting to spill out the name, I'm just going to call the person as "Bloomy". Bloomy will start to have small conversations with me every now and then, in a way, I know that there's something not right, somewhere deep down about Bloomy. Especially when Bloomy talks about...err... For instance, Bloomy said Bloomy has a Rolex but Bloomy's bfriend: Butter, said Bloomy doesn't have a Rolex, but every oh-so-often, Bloomy thinks Bloomy has a Rolex just becuz Bloomy wore it once and considered it as an property of self.

*I hope my example was very much helpful cuz I don't even understand it. LOL.*

I don't eff know what Bloomy wants from me and also in life. Bloomy's too complicated. Fast forward, months later, I found out that Bloomy had been "talking" about me. I wasn't so bothered by it thou, what I was bothered by was the fact that the "talking" was based on false facts, spreading it in a very high confidence level. What's even worse, Bloomy whom so-called-hates-me had plagiarised on my writings and doings. Butter told me that Bloomy had vowed to do all these things.

I told my mom and dad about this and showed them proves on Bloomy's doing. My dad said, "forgive Bloomy, Rina." and continued by my mom, "doa is a good thing and for that, say good words when you recite your doa for Bloomy. Don't doa for the worse to happen to Bloomy as it is like asking Allah to fulfil syaitan's wish and that's not good".

When ever you face this kind of situation, don't regret on knowing these kinda people cuz at some point, Allah has sent them to you for a reason, an indirect lesson; to teach you valuable lesson that is while in the same time, He's actually showering you with good people to be around you. However, this can only happen if and only if you open up your heart to accept the fact.

less than three equals to <3 that brings the same meaning as <&hearts;> where the outcome will be ❤️ that spells out the word l.o.v.e; the people around you. Throwaway the hatred feeling, insyaAllah, everything will be just fine. Aamiin.

Today's Tuesday.

I was on Instagram this morning, and saw a whole bunch of hashtags for #selfie, #toilet and #swag. And I was like w-t-f today got some special trending topic ke apa ni? And o-m-g banyak gila hashtags pasal tiga perkara tu. So yea, yknowhatodo. Combine all three. Settle.

Happy Tuesday, loves!

I'm posting my 100th post on my 100th post

After all the craptalk I wrote and yadayadayada… this is my 100th post! 

Thank you, everyone for reading my blog. Thank you. Just thank you. 

So, on my 100th post, I've decided to write something "special" here. Not really special.

I was talking to my special someone (gittew uolz!) and he asked me, why does girls keep on saying "all men are the same"? 

And to be retardedly honest, that's the one phrase that I really, really hate to hear. I've been on dates with guys, not saying that there's a lot of them, (okay-okay lah upon average kot? LOL) and trust me, ALL OF THEM ARE NOT THE SAME. 

Some are too sweet, some of them are trying too hard, some of them can be a pain in the ass cuz they're the hole, while some of them, only God knows wtf they want. Okay, I may give four descriptions but hey, at least they are not the same, ain't it?

Don't let one heartbreak (or maybe two? or three?) ruin your perception towards men. Allah created Adam and Hawa/Eve for a reason. A good friend of mine told me what his ex girlfriend told him, "Kalau betul tulang rusuk aku ni memang daripada kau, percayalah, jauh mana kita ni pun, aku datang balik dekat kau". Kalau lelaki ni semua sama, go check dengan doctor, kau ada tulang rusuk lagi tak?

So, what I'm trying to say, I may not know how your relationship was, but if it doesn't workout, maybe you should start to analyze more about yourself rather than pinpointing your index finger upon others. For instance, MAYBE before you were in a serious relationship with a married guy and the both of you were planning to get married but somehow the wedding was called off cuz his wife knew about it and he chose to be with her instead of you. Consider the part where he had been with the wife long enough and face it, divorce may not be an option especially when they had already have children together. Rather than you say that semua lelaki ni sama je, find a non-married guy as a boyfriend pulak. Will the situation be the same? Heck no! And if this time you guys are planning to get married but he called it off, accept the fact that you're the one that's the same sampai semua lelaki tak sanggup nak spend the rest of their life with you.

sumfink liddat.

boy i got my eyes on you, tell me whatchu wanna do? I can picture you in my room, until you want it.
*I kept on singing this song over and over again and I think everyone's getting annoyed with it.

Nevertheless, happy 100th post, astrinawrites.blogspot.com! =)

Sunday Funday!


Dinner at Kulcats. Gooooodfooooood i loveeeeee! 

Beef pepperoni, caesar salad, sloppycats burger. 


Late night drinking sesh at Rasta. I love TTDI maxx