my story

assalamu3aleykom and merry Thursday morning to all.

the rain has stopped.

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Yesterday was a day i wish would just be like a small dandruff on my shoulder which i can easily wipe it off of my shoulder and go on with my life but that seems to be too comical.

it was a day full of loserness which was tiring and face-covering.

Firstly, Mercury and Lee (not real names but well known) went to this one travel agent office somewhere near The Mall to make a new international student identity card each but couldn’t do so since they lacked some requirements that i didn’t really poke myself to know what they actually were. there was also PitDaz with us but i think he didn’t want to make any card.

PitDaz, Lee, Kilimanjaro Monkey and Mercury

Then came Kilimanjaro Monkey to do the same thing and as the loserness kept on soaring through the afternoon air, it happened to be that he forgot to bring his photos, that after realizing it, all five of us then followed him to one photo shop in The Mall and got himself some new photos of his (which were more expensive than expected), that later we went to the travel agent office again to keep him company but what turned out to be so losery was that he, too, wasn’t able to make one! the reason was just the same as in the above mentioned scenario. pity pity pity…

my hunter green stethoscope

the plot of loserness continued when we took an LRT train to titiwangsa (if i’m not mistaken) and after that we had to walk for quite a distance - i mean a real quite a distance - before we could reach the Kamal store to get some medical stuffs. walking alone is no biggie but when we had to walk along the roadside of a quite-a-highway one, to me, that seemingly resembled some straying bums or just refugees or probably some PATIs having an afternoon walk after a long work in a construction site. sad sad sad…

as recommended by Leyl :)

as recommended by Rozila (Din Bujang's colleague)

The loserness point in the loserness chart went rocketing upwards so high when we were too hungry and went dining out at the kl sentral’s food court when i ordered a nasi goreng u.s.a, which i’ve been longing for long, which turned out to be a disaster to my taste buds! Perhaps whiskas is more acceptable than that awful nasi goreng! now i think that the one who made that nasi goreng u.s.a really needs to get another job somewhere in mars so that he/she could serve the aliens because his/her cook deserves an alien’s taste buds.

::felt like i was one of those mummies in the valley of the losers::