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I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’m apparently working on a vicious. While I try to string some words together in sentence form, I present a story from my life that has nothing to do with SPM at all, but entertains me. In the meantime, wish me luck.

I have a neighbor that thinks I’m crazy, due to two incidents in which he may have viewed my actions completely out of context and the fact that I come from a long line of men endowed with an element of ridiculousness. I think he's crazy.
Incident #1: I’m sitting on my bed of my dorm and enjoying my weekend..(if I'm not mistaken), when I see out of the corner of my eye an unidentified shiny object moving slowly near the next alcove over. I try to ignore the object, telling myself it is of no consequence to me, but as a person with a confirmed overactive imagination.  I imagine scenarios in which it is an alien, a robot, and an animal in distress, among other things. I take my glasses out, so I can get a better look from afar, and guess what? I saw, the real alien with a pairs of big ears. he's Syazmir. My real crazy neighbor in ASiS for 2 years. Completely discarding the fact that I thought that he's going to give me some snacks, but he's ended with playing futsal in my dorm.  And thanks Syazmir, my weekends failed.
A neighbor, obviously immune to my stealthy approach, opens his door and gives me a look that can only be interpreted as a combination of fear and incredulousness. This is a look I have come to call the “I better not get too close to my crazy neighbor” look. I make a poor attempt in a hushed voice enlighten my neighbor to the situation at hand, as I realize the more I tell him while decked out from my bed only serves to make me appear mentally unstable -.-"
Incident #2: A few weeks later, I come  to settle into my usual spot in front of the Kolam Ikan, book in hand. I look to the right of my favorite  fish looking for it with passion, and suddenly he's came again -.-". It is so pathetic, I have to get a closer look to make sure it isn’t Syazmir. Really hope -.-". On that sudden meets, he tried to jerk his own friends. What so bad ! Boooooooo ! He expressed anything and everything about his unpleasant feeling about that guy. I'm just, "Yeahh, I hate him too. HAHA" With a broad smile :)
I decide I probably shouldn’t inform my neighbor that I’m tasked with saving lives on a daily basis, which turns out not to be an issue, because whenever I see him when we are both walking to school and toilet -.-", he crosses my dorm lot or goes in another direction. I’ve opted to play it up instead, waving and giving him my best crazy eyes and big smile look at every opportunity to yell him. And now, I missed all the crazy moments. Syazmir my crazy neighbor ever :')
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