Phobia

Yup, it's time to talk a little bit about science, or nothing about the science at all!! Haha, did I get you?

Thanks to my pet, OMEN (I1A008004), for his entry on his miserable yet so pathetic blog, he makes me remember about a harassment of our not-so-ugly friend, the one and only IJEK (I1A008003)!! Due to the topic, of course our not-so-ugly friend here was the victim of the juvenile criminal asshole named BALIBUNG (I1A008029) who wants revenge for his unreasonable inhal in digestive test. He feels curious, why did IJEK manage it to escape from the brutal bind of inhal. I know, buddy. Envy is such a pain in the ass... Sometimes you have to let go of it.

Stick to the plan, the event took place on IJEK's house, like always. We were hanging out there, waiting for the right time to go. Me and BALIBUNG want to go to Martapura, to return the typing machine to my uncle.
You know, people always said this: It's better to hunt in a group than alone, so I persuaded OMEN and IJEK so those gays would be agree to accompany us to Martapura. Here is the result of my persuasion:

OMEN: Ayu ja dah, aku handak selajur nukar nasi goreng nah = True
IJEK: Bah, koler. Handak jd anak muda nah (having a chit-chat with his girl) = False

IJEK made a terrible mistake here, fellows. Our fascist coordinator (most likely dictator), BALIBUNG never accept a rejection from his useless subordinates. This poor kid surely have to change his pervert mind as soon as possible, before our shitty coordinator takes another step forward, but, he didn't.

You're done for, kid.

BALIBUNG spins his un-girus brain. We know since the very early day of mankind, violent is the best persuasion ever. Suddenly, his eyesight brings him to a yellow, round-shaped thing on the table. What was that thing? Well... It is a...












"Dude, what was that?"

"It's an electric racket, dickhead..."

Using his brute force, BALIBUNG threatening IJEK with the racket, whilst me and OMEN were watching this decisive battle with a laugh. IJEK, unarmed and uncovered, couldn't do anything except squeezing a pillow and screaming like a 5 years old-too-skinny-vegetarian-girl. I wonder, if the scene were continued further, IJEK would have pee on his pants. To prevent any meaningless bloodpouring battle, I tried to help this 5 years old-too-skinny-vegetarian-girl. He finally agreed to go with us, saving his life from BALIBUNG's rage. Way to go, mamen!! That's how you solve the problem, clean and cheap.

So, now you know IJEK's phobia. You can do it too, just get an electric racket and everything's gonna' be easy. And just like OMEN's milk said: Trust me, it works.