Sick and tired of this world
There's no more air
Trippin' over myself
Goin' nowhere
There's no more air
Trippin' over myself
Goin' nowhere
So since Thursday morning's class was canceled, I bounced back to KL faster than you can say "Buhbye bitches". I had a bunch of stuff to buy which I haven't took the time to buy when I was at Shah Alam. So my sister and I went to the busy streets of Masjid India.
We found my plain black tudung that I have to wear every week to Kawad practice. Then I went crazy at Mydin, buying pegs, hooks, wall clocks and shit like that. Never underestimate the immensity of Mydin. Plus the prices are ridiculous. Next time nak borong shampoo, I pegy sana je la.
Wanna hear a funny story? Yesterday after getting back from class and taking off my favorite black pants, I discovered 3 holes near the back pocket. I was shocked and appalled. Not to mention devastated cause those are my only black pants that I have. My roommates laughed cause I don't seem to care of the fact that I was walking around campus with holes at the back of my slacks. I was more sad because my Zara pants were ruined. Go figure.
So balik KL, I told that incident to my grandma and she gave me money to buy new ones. Hell yeah! MNG was on sale and in less than 10 minutes, the Lizzy Skinny Fit pants were mine. So so happy. All I need to do is send the pants to Reggae man for altercation.
All my shit has been bought. What a productive Thursday.
Indulging in the beats of : On the way down by Ryan Cabrera
Chou
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