Currently listening to: "we can't help but feel that something has been lost"
There's something in the air that reminded me of Bintulu. It's that smell of something that's constantly burning mixed with chems... Yes folks, it's that time of the year again, the hazing season.
Anyway the car finally broke down and I have to take the bus to UPM. Boy, you have no idea how tiring it was.
I really love the journey but I don't like the waiting. Believe me when I said that if I don't have to wait so much, I would prefer to use the public transportation.
In this life it seems like all we ever do is wait. And after that we wait some more. And wait and wait and wait.
But whatever right? We have to move on.
No matter how.
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