when i was in Johore last week, i stay in this nice hotel called m-suite. i wanted to stay for another day but the bloody hotel was fully booked so i have to pack my stuffs and leave.
since my apointment with joe was at 12 pm, i figured i'll check out earlier and do some reading in starbucks. on my way to starbucks, i saw HYATT HOTEL. it's like THE hotel in Johore. (well, not exactly THE hotel but good enough). since i have nowhere to stay, i went to Hyatt to ask for the room price and such. my linkin park cd sounded like it was scratched all over on my way there but i was like, what the heck...as soon after i stopped my engine, fuck, my fucking car can't fucking restart again. i can't change the fucking gear to drive, i can't fucking open my back compartment, i can't even fucking turn the key to start the fucking engine.
that was when the nightmare starts, my fucking convocation robe and my bag with all my shirts was in the back compartment. i was gonna fucking cry i fucking swear. called my bro and dad but neither of them really know what's happening. then my dad called the mechanic to get his ass over Hyatt to save my ass.
since i had to cancel the apointment with Joe and i didn't have any breakfast, i HAD to have lunch in Hyatt. buffet. the cafe was better than i expected, food was pretty fucking good and the ambience is nice and quiet. here's a photo i took because i was bored and i had nothing better to do...
6:43 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
