my eyes were in pain. my auditory canal were in agony. my nasal cavity were being tortured. Ugh. I was, am and never will be a fan of road side mamak stalls.
the sight of polluted tarred-road and people who overly tried characterising the expression of "enjoying food", being all ill-mannered, and with all these surrounding me, my appetite.. once again bleached off.
the sound of rough shouts of the supposedly chatters burned my auditory canal. the smell of rusted trays and psychological sweat disgust my sense of smell.
oh gosh! the unexposed side of sm finally emerged eh? divulging the regular "who-cares" character i am.
perhaps the malaysian side of me has yet been nurtured to perfection. perhaps i judge a book too much by its bare cover. perhaps it's just because my rents ignored my opposition in this matter, which they usually wouldnt.
perhaps im just being delibrately rebellious. that's the result of being the only child. she's turning rebellious gradually. the revolutionaries.. *jengjengjeng*
oh-kayh! feeling much better now. so much for holiday mood.
thanks again blogspot! (:
oh oh! and it's 5 days in another 58 minutes :D
