Farting

This is the first part of my story for today,

So I was at kl sentral depositing my cheque that I received last week.

It’s in between of peak hour period, so that would give you a little hints on how it looked like inside the train. It felt as if you are being locked in an airtight container. I really could not breathe though. On my way back home, surprisingly, it happened by accident, I smelled kinda stink. My curiosity ran wild I turned around to find out what was it, but I could not sense any strange thing that could give off such a stinky odor.

I kept on pouting just to mark that I sensed something wrong, then the fella who standing right in front of me was acting sort of strange though. He was holding the middle pillar, I am sure you know what pillar that I am saying here.

But it transpired that somebody actually farted. I almost burst out laughing, but gotta hold it back as I was in public space. Damn you berani ko kentut depan aku yer…hahahahaha

One thing bugged me when nobody reacted to that as if things were completely norm. I found that really hilarious.

It slowly died away, but it took quite some time too.

I disembarked at KLLC lrt station. its been awhile too though since I last lepak2 there…..

Does anyone know there is this tiny-weeny café at kinokuya?

Its right up the second floor of the bookstore.

That was my ultimate lepak spot. Why? You could never have as much cool and calm atmosphere as it has to offer. This time around you gotta trust me, the ambience is like your being in an empty room and that room faces out a big lake while sipping the steamy coffee and the inspiration comes along hehehe....

The most perfect spot to capture the wonderful view of the entire KL as it strategically located exactly at the last floor of the shop.

There was the place where I would likely be heading down when I take time out or in time of need a little space to get out of trouble that I was in.

And the coffee that comes in a soup bowl size is only RM 6. And that leave a huge price gap in comparison with other renowned brands like starbuck or coffee bean that normally cost rather expensive.

But whatever it is, coffee is still coffee, black in color, bitter in taste….hahahaha…

So why do I have to rip out my pocket for that? Right?

Been there for hours contemplating on the next big thing that will likely come about.

Time has appeared from the crack of my life issue. This would be the ultimate destination for me. I had a phone call that bothered me and it turned out that my cert has yet to get thorough accreditation from MQA board.

It beats me, its been years since leaving that university and it appeared that years that I had spent there and money that I leveraged down the drain and the cert that I have been keeping after all this was nothing more than just a piece of paper.

That is the setback of most institution here in Malaysia and that also one of the reasons that prompts me to give it a second thought when it comes to study here.

By hook and by crook I got to get this issue settled immediately. And this morning, first thing to do and absolutely will be on top my list, pergi university lame aku…hehehe…

Ok itu je la…aku penat….hehehe…