Back to reality.

Dear bloggie,

Sorry for having neglected you quite a while. Well, after spending my holiday being my honourable guest - Resa's tourist guide, sight-seeing my own city that I missed exploring, enjoying the ultimate joy of eating especially Fish & Co., stuffing KK pork into my suitcase, wishing my family a goodbye, here I am. Back to this big city. And back to studying the intimidating gibberish (again).

2 months.

Things changed. Seriously.

The taxi driver nearly dumped Resa and I at the roadside just because I was 2 seconds late in telling the taxi driver, he missed the turning into Mentari. Leroy's hair was implanted from a lion which has never undergone rebonding before. I get to disturb Ellyn's fish every morning. The signs in Kl Sentral have been improvised not forgetting the replacement of billboards too. The population in KL has increased by a dozen times (not mentioning I nearly died of suffocation in Low Yat Plaza.) Was awarded a RM35 bill by a taxi driver who drove us home from Mid Valley to Mentari just because his seats are leather-made.

Life is great!

Things got better when my Islamic lecturer nearly walked out of the classroom / cried / spit F*CK out yesterday. This whole incident haunted me.
Once upon a time, I made my teacher cry just because I told her I hated her Chinese lesson and led the class in eating while she was teaching. Consequently, I was fired from class position and was made to swear I will not push the wrong button on a lecturer even if I could not understand her Indian accent. I'll just wait and watch the next dramatic scenario.

Tokkok: Some things never change. The rhinos and humans are still playing the pushing game in KTMs starting from 5pm. (if you are interested in joining the game)