Diary #3

So, early yesterday's morning, I watched another movie. It was soooooo good, man. It's a story about the war between South and North Korea. Now, for me, this is quite a big thing to be interested in, because I don't like to learn about history much, but I really enjoyed watching it. It was soooooo good, man. Hihi. Ok. So, the story is about 71 student/volunteer soldiers who are being assign to guard a high school. I forgot what the  school's and state's name but the soldiers said it was a very strategic area, so they can't let the commies take over the place, but the thing is, all the soldiers had to go to another place where a bigger war is taken place, so the student soldiers were left to guard it alone. Very moving and very realistic.(I cried like a baby!!!!!!) You should watch it. Enjoy.

I have a problem. I need a psychiatrist. I'm worse than a teenage girl deeply in love. I AM! HELP ME!!! I don't know how to stop and I don't know why I am like this. Oh! Mon Dieu.

Ok. Enough with that. Let's talk about the reality now. So, yesterday I didn't break fast with my family, but with my roommate. It was the most stressful breaking fast ever in history. We laughed, we screamed, we shouted and everything that is weird. I don't know. I felt like we were a married couple. What's the matter with us? When we're together, nothing seemed to be right. In the end, we gradually finish eating and continue with our (almost)normal life. Then, after tarawih, we watched 71-Into The Fire together. I cried for the second time yesterday and we cried together throughout the movie. The End. Assalamualaikum. ;-)