Random Messages for Randoms

First of all.. this is a story... this has nothing to do with anything... I made it up. For fun sake. So if you'd like to read just read it... or maybe send the add to someone else to read it.. should be noise.. Huwawahaha... >:) evil laughing .. Wow what a drag... I couldn't believe it that I survive the whole semester in IPBA. Yes. IPBA. The organisation that doesn't know how to organise themselves. Yes they don't. I'm not a kind of person who likes to blaber about something that doesn't actually exist (okay okay... u got me... I know I talk about aliens) but this time lets make a story of IPBA. Oh by the way, I think you don't know what IPBA is.. it's an acronym for International Pressurisation of Boys (also Girls) Academy. So where shall I start? Ok ok.. lets start with the first day I came to the place after years being in overseas. Ok.. I know that Malaysia is a third world country but this place called IPBA doesn't look like any third world...

Kampung Baru Kuala Lumpur Kampung Baru Kuala Lumpur Again, I do not know much to talk about so I want to talk about the experience that I had when I was at Kampung Baru, KL. I wanted to eat somewhere far a way from where I live because it's boring to eat at Mamak and they are not so hygienic. Haha.. It’s funny that I said that Mamak stalls are not hygienic at all. Oh well, number one thing that I really hate is that it’s really difficult to find car parking space there because the place is not built to accommodate any transport years ago. I have no idea when Kg. Baru is established though. I went around and around the same place just to find a parking space and I could believe it that. Then I found a parking space but it was parallel and I was freaking out. :P I was not good in parking parallely. So I kina causing this small traffic congestion at the road. Another major problem was the road is too narrow and it can exactly fit 2 cars. After a terrible and exhausting parking experie...