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Upon deciding to travel to KL Sentral, one can always be bamboozled by its apparent simplicity. Insofar as I know, it is always a gamble. The ones blessed with luck will always find it to be as pedantic as other trips. Boarding on a right bus is aleatoric because it does not promise a safe voyage to the destined place. Nevertheless, the experience of being thrown horizontally, diagonally and vertically at every corner quasi pinball style is considered sui generis while the impromptu stopover at miles beyond the supposed rendezvous point incites the urge for public transport revolution, a close relative to the political makeover that has been mushrooming across the globe. Home is such a good place to stay.



Choosing the correct compatriots for different activities since their suasion prowess is apposite to adverse challenges. When one splurges, it is wise to except the intransigent amigo from the extravagant odyssey since their aplomb in pertaining their insight is forbidding. The incessant rigor pitted against the affordability. A paradox that accompanies a shopping mass. Risorgimento of shopping spree is fueled by the tantalizing discounts. The diaphanous hope of success in acquisition is always spearheaded by the presence of fear monger. Moving up the stairs faster than the amalgamation is the only insurance.



Transforming into turncoat is now a current trait. The surreptitious habitual action of clouding lifeline is often initiated by the seclusion which signifies the forced exodus of the ragtag and bobtail. The imputation of such behaviour to Judas is most appropriate. The trajectory of such concealment is often accompanied by the phobia and paranoia that threatens to topple down the whole castle. Shaking off this feeling takes a long time.



The nostalgic feeling of watching the nanny rises again.




Tentative,
Silent Gazer.

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