Part I
I can't believe I'm here talking to myself again. I kind of like this feeling when I feel like I'm sharing about my life with a good friend and this friend is probably the best listening ear ever. I can pour out everything and I don't need to care what anyone else thinks. But I guess that's rather impossible, information shared online can never be private and readers will always judge you according to what you write.
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I'm so glad I'm back in Malaysia again. Everything just seems different here even the air smells fresher and the night colder. Everything feels much more pleasant than that dump where fresh air is extremely scarce and staying at home for a day would probably drive one crazy. Or just me.
This is irritating or what, this pop-up keeps popping up and tells me that there is a type error and an object is required -_- Ok let me continue with my story: I actually can feel my jelly belly wobbling and undulating because I've eaten too much agar. This is the best agar I've ever eaten just that it now stinks of durian but I'm actually still eating it LOL
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And this morning something out of the ordinary happened. I'm not sure if it is something I've experienced before because it is a new kind of that kind of experience. It's when I feel like Tom, suddenly imagining himself as a jackass and realising how stupid he is all of a sudden.
This morning when I just woke up, I dreamily sat down on a chair and CRASH, it really was a loud crash. And I fell through it. I tried to get out of the metal skeleton and had a hard time doing so considering my mental state at that moment and I was in extreme pain and my clothes got caught by some metal protruding out. When I finally escaped from that chair, I lay on the bed, waiting for the pain to soothe and go away, but it didn't. Just then, my mum strolled in like it was the most pleasant morning ever and I was actually brave enough not to cry up to this moment, BUT!
(Please stay tuned to Part II cause I'm off to sleep now)
