Monday was Shuba sending off day. Klia brought back a memory tragic enough to doom me the rest of the day. And this another trip to Klia in three days also made me conjured enough future emo-ness for next friday.
"Can I handle the parting?"
"Will I cry like a forgotten running tap?"
"How will my family reaction be?"
"What do I do knowing I might not be seeing someone dear to my heart pretty soon?"
It is unavoidable, isn't it? Everywhere we go... throughout our life, we are destinied to meet, make friends and say goodbye. Keep the good ones and chuck the bad ones.
Eh... Merdeka day seems so rotund and mono... Like I give a damn. The so-called semangat kebangsaan seems so distant right now. B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T. Maybe it was never instilled in my blood.
The senget which i dunno why it is called senget when it is supposed to be The bengkok (the curve) was the next place we hang out after bangsar. This new bar with the name Bawang Biru (blue garlic) isnt that bad.
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