After almost 2 hours in the building we left. We definitely missed out the meatballs, perhaps not liked by some and thus went to Rasta@TTDI. It was crowded and intimidating, and we headed to Bora Asmara instead, which was spoilt by the noise of a governmental community college student night out; seems they have been sponsored with prettyful bus.
We went back to Rasta and had our dinner there. Awfully, its packed and the famous nasi lemak we were supposed to have has already gone. Nevertheless, I feel bloated by 1am. We hung out and just talk. A pair of new love bird, a workaholic girl with super enthusiasm was finally head over heels for someone and there was too, c'est moi.
I was fairly uncomfortable with the venue we had our dinner, though it seems pretty common like most food court the one thing intimidated me twas there was prettyful people with prettyful cars. None of which I would ever be able to drive in my 20s. Dream on, and don't dream its over.
No, I did not have the amazing Swedish Meatballs in IKEA even if some people says its not entirely favorable at all. And I only have one partner-in-crime [note, BFF to Egypt =)] to eat those whom is away from the country at the moment thus I shall refrain myself from approaching and instead delaying gratification for this. After all its commonly a special day out.
We got back by 2am, and now its already 3am. I'm in the foyer with some friends studying plus enjoying the luxury of faster internet as the one in my room is rather dead.
Yup, so much for an infrastructure university to be.
I noticed I've been playing around with the fonts to see which one is the most appropriate and suits what I write, or perhaps they just match the situation.
Now I would rather wonder who actually reads, and the respond hereafter.
saye baca, tapi tak komen. :)
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