If I am a writer, I would write down every emotion, words can describe. But I am not a writer, so I could only use simple words and words that I have learn all my life till now...
Experiences are earn with the pay back of sweat, tears, fear, happiness, hurt and all the other bombastic words Magdeline can put in my mind. So as for now (according to my mum), I am in KL to learn my way, and my mum have assign Mag as her assistant to supervise me in my quest through KL for this 3 days. Trying to reach KL is already a challenge. Try keeping your pee in you for 1 and a half hour, and run down from the bus into Puduraya's toilet. It was quite an experience even though it is not the first time. Meanwhile, Mag have the abilities to manipulate my mind, making me feel and think like I am a lost fly in a big city. Trust me, it is not a nice feeling!
Journey to Mag's house is rather soothing, even though we have to go through jam-pack LRT + rushing in between LRT inter-change trying to catch the next tren + standing while trying so hard to keep the bag in my hand and finally, sitting in a very very HOT taxi. Mag's house was not as bad as I have in mind. Though something I saw in her room might scar me for life. (it have something to do with her brother, but MOVING ON) Before I realise that Mag was screaming at the top of her lungs due to the mess in her room (cause by her brother again), hunger is getting to me. I could hear my stomach grumble like a speaker blowing in my ears.
The first thing that come on my mind when the number 88 appear is usually superstitious chinese man walking in my mind. So I have never really like the number, because for me its kind of stupid. Today, number 88 have finally proof itself useful by transporting me to Ikea for my meatballs! I have lots of meatballs, lots of them. But because Mag have trick me into buying 10 meatballs instead of 5. Which cause a huge catastrophe to happen, I COULDN'T FINISH MY MEATBALLS! I shall and will hold the grudge on Mag for this for as long as meatballs exist.
Apparently calling Feliz to come to the meatballs rescue was a mistake. She just end up chasing us to pack those meatballs up because she have rush back to her mum's office before the jam in the so called "big apple" of Malaysia begin. Don't worry. We did make it back on time. Oh, almost forgot, Feliz brought a poodle (puppy) along with her when she was "coming to the rescue". I have to say, the puppy is really obedient. She can just snuggle up to any of our thighs and just sit there looking around. She don't even bark much. I think I am falling in love with her... Looking forward for her company tonight during our sleepover.
As for night plans, well its simple, 1 word, EUPHORIA! That story shall be in the next post... Stay tuned! ^_^
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o... nothing about me....-_-
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