Fun & Laughs

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Sometimes alone is part of life,any someone be my friend

Yes, flowers and a handwritten letter count as a gift...❤️

POV: Karma didn't forget... it just needed my new address. 💀
Five months ago...
My friend and I were riding around like the main characters.
Then...
out of nowhere...
an uncle appeared.
Let's just say...
our bike's navigation system made a very questionable life decision. 😭
The uncle was furious.
He looked at us and shouted,
"Who are you? Where do you live? I've never seen you before!"
Now...
instead of apologizing like a responsible human being...
my tiny teenage brain activated.
I said something incredibly stupid...
and we disappeared at Formula 1 speed. 🏍️💨
For five months...
I genuinely believed...
I had escaped the consequences.
...
Until today.
I saw a truck unloading furniture
into the house right next to ours.
Curious me walked over thinking,
"Let's see who the new neighbours are."
I looked up...
He looked up...
And my heartbeat filed for resignation.
It was...
THE UNCLE.
Not visiting.
Not delivering something.
Not asking for directions.
He had literally rented the house next to mine. 😭💀
At that exact moment...
my brain replayed our entire conversation from five months ago.
Especially the part where he asked,
"Where do you live?"
Well...
apparently Allah decided,
"Don't worry, uncle... I'll bring you there myself." 😭😂
Now every time I hear the neighbour's gate open...
I instinctively check if witness protection is available in my city.
Moral of the story?
Never assume karma is slow.
Sometimes...
it's just busy packing boxes.
Then one day...
it moves in next door. 🏠💀

Hi

Riddle time #5:
A man waiting for you to chased him is called...

Lol, just a while ago I came across the profile of my ex on Muzz.

She had mentioned herself as a non-smoker & following Islam strictly 🥶😝

May be some other guy, would be dreaming to match with her. But ironically it’s applicable to all of us Dudes 😂

We all are somewhere dreaming to match with some or others ex’s 😜

But why to lie?? I smoke and I had mentioned myself as a smoker only (even though I only smoke 1-2 cigarettes per day) but better to be honest no.

HELLO KITTY IN DISGUISE AS AN UKHTI : 👇
(The Story of Chika,the Ukhti Who Speaks Reog)
By.🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌

If there were anyone who could merge the concept of an "End-of-Time Ukhti" and a "Complex Hyperactive Kid" into one single body,that person would undoubtedly be 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌.

Inside her room,decked out in BLUE SKY,her favorite calming color,🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ was actually doing something that was anything but calming.Her at-home look was the absolute definition of ultimate freedom : an oversized, cracked-print HELLO KITTY t-shirt paired with chill HOTPANTS.Very minimalist,very breezy,and very much ready for some chaotic movements.At that exact second,🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ was pacing back and forth restlessly,stepping left and right practicing traditional dance moves mixed with a bit of K-Pop choreography she modified herself.Her hand held a hairbrush as a microphone,while her mouth muttered away,reciting rows of melancholic poetry she had just written in her NOTES app.

"Oh,clouds as blue as the sky ...." she said dramatically with a blank stare,then suddenly jumped,"... EEAAK! Tarik sis,semongkooo!"While dancing,🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌’s mouth never stopped chewing. In her left hand was her favorite chocolate bar,a mandatory daily snack because for 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌, chocolate was the primary fuel for her hyperactive brain.

However,that craziness abruptly crumbled when the television screen in front of her room showed a flat-faced ghost crawling out of a closet.🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌,who genuinely loved torturing herself by watching horror movies despite having the courage the size of a mustard seed,immediately shrieked hysterically, "MAAAAAM! THERE'S A GHOST WITH A BLANK PAPER FACE,MAAA!" she screamed while tossing her hairbrush and jumping straight onto the sofa,curling up in terror with her eyes squeezed shut.Her hands were shaking,but miraculously,the chocolate in her grip remained safe and unsquashed.Being terrified was fine,but letting go of her beloved chocolate was out of the question!

"🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌! Stop screaming all the time! Here,go deliver this sponge cake to the neighborhood chief's (Bu RT) house!" her mom shouted from the kitchen,breaking her baseless panic.Hearing that sacred command from her mother,🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌’s hyperactive soul instantly pivoted.And here is where the eighth wonder of the world took place.🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌'s transformation process from "Chill At-Home Mode" to "Out-and-About Mode" beat the costume-change speed of any superhero. In just five minutes,the t-shirt, the chocolate smudges on the corner of her lips, and her HOTPANTS were swiftly taken care of inside her room.

As soon as the front door opened,the figure that stepped out was the epitome of pure elegance,a complete night-and-day difference from the creature jumping on the sofa just a minute ago.🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ walked out in a loose,graceful BLUE SKY syar'i dress,a long and wide hijab draping down to cover her chest,complete with a matching NIQAB veiling the lower half of her face.Only her round,playful eyes were visible.
From the outside,she looked like an exemplary SANTRIWATI (Islamic student),serene,pious,firm,and full of dignity.But remember one thing : the clothes might change,but the brain and behavior still had absolutely no brakes.

On her way to Bu RT's house,🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ crossed paths with three neighborhood youths hanging out at the security post.Seeing 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ walking in neat SYAR'I attire,the young men instantly sat up straight,behaving politely to show respect to the UKHTI.

"ASSALAM'MUALAIKUM,UKHTI 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌," greeted one of the guys in a tone made to sound as soft as possible.🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ stopped in her tracks,turned around,and in a firm yet pious tone replied, "WA'ALAIKUM MU SALAM" The guys were almost melting at her graceful voice,but a second later,Chika narrowed her eyes,put her hands on her hips beneath her loose dress,and unleashed her true,joke-loving nature.

"Hey,you lot! Instead of looking for a job or helping your moms grind chili paste in the morning,you're hanging out here like malnourished statues! Do you want me to recite a poem about regret in the grave,huh?!" 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ snapped in a hilariously high-pitched,squeaky voice.The guys stood there agape.Her veil might cover her face tightly,but 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌'s chaotic and goofy aura still radiated right through the premium fabric fibers of her dress. "Uh,mercy, UKHTI! We're .... we're having a scientific discussion!" one of the guys excused himself with a grin." Oh please,a scientific discussion or just waiting

I'm never donating to anyone collecting money for a marathon again.

They just take the money and run.

Good morning Have a great day🥰