*this author was still in shock while this post was made*
These past two days, I’d been waking up too late (9-10 am) in the morning… which kind of ruined my mood to study/revise that day. So today I managed to wake up at 4am++…
…and after a (too early) morning shower, I went to the living room, switched on my laptop and connected to the internet. Gmail, Twitter & Google Reader. A quarter to 6am. Hoping to take a photo of sunrise outside my room (just experimenting, the view isn’t that spectacular), I returned to my room and found this outside my [recently renovated – messy] window.
| The plastic bag wasn’t there last night. It freaked me out as soon as I saw it. Was there someone (stranger?) outside my window last night? I even suspected my neighbour’s the culprit but… |  |
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I asked someone else to throw it away (without bringing it inside my room) so I didn’t look inside.
So why it’s a big deal?
I suspected :
(1) Neighbour’s sick joke (they always throw cigarette butts outside my sister’s window and also our front yard). Honestly, I hate my neighbours. Both sides. They smoked a lot (everyday, even at 3 am!! Gila.) and they let the smoke came to our place all the time. I hate them even more when my parents don’t do anything and want us to forgive them. I hate the me that I turned into whenever I have to deal with the smoke so I can’t love such murderous neighbour. Ironically they are Christians. One being an SDA and the other RC.
(What’s that? “You can’t judge someone by their religion? You can’t expect them to be good by what religion they take?” )
(2) Bomoh/black (sickening) magic. I’m not superstitious. But I remember watching (or reading) something about people planting something gross in other people’s yard to like kenakan (I can’t find a better word. Voodoo them. Ill-wishing?) them. I don’t believe it actually works (it’s psychological) but I find these kind of things sick and gross – I don’t want that thing outside my room’s window. I don’t want that thing near the place I sleep.
(3) Crazy stranger. Random? Stalker? Wrong target? Or just a plain trash thrower who didn’t have anything better to do.
My family wasn’t happy with my reaction. Which annoys me ‘cos they say it’s only a plastic bag. Can’t they show more compassion on my nerves? This disturbing incident made me upset to tears.
Yeah, yeah…. laugh all you want at my overreaction. Maybe I’ll laugh too later when I’m old, when I’m bored being over-protected on my one and only life.
Seriously, it’s better to be safe then sorry.
I don’t like reading those nasty news (remember this?) – I don’t want those kind of things happening to me and people I care and love.
Yeah. Keep on laughing. I don’t care.
