over at Kinrara, Puchong.
Its just being here, the distortion of what u remember it bein like back home and then there is no lah-ing at every end of a sentence. No ramly burgers. No nasi lemak that actually tastes like nasi lemak.
Dang, layaning jiwang is becomin very much of a norm these days. I succumb to this mood most noticably when mi playlist hits Michael Buble's Home, almost instantly i fall into this rather dark gloomy state. Most times, with the homesickness, the ugly memories of the past comes creepin in. Just like zombies on yur lawn, they just keep comin and they'll fckin feast on yur brain.
Sigh.
U'd go, ...
I'd say, imma needa my fixah. I needa.
tt.
7 comments:
*fed exes over authentic malaysian makcik-certified nasilemak, ramly burger with xtra chilli sauce and a paz vega to thevs room*
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come lar u berjiwang with me .. i also in jiwang mode these days bah :P
shania t, scratch paz vega, bring me u. drooll
raen, u fail @ jiwanging
lol .. eh, at least ada style lawan jiwang lerr .. main guitar jugak
Mmm...if you don't mind me asking...are u studying there or working there?
ultimately, studyin.
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
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