I ordered drinks 3 time in Starbucks Malaysia. It was FUN. I could eat and drink Malaysia food. All were friendly and normal. family type of folks. They scared to be single. They were couples. Saw a few familiar faces walking around duno what to do. I just wanted to show I have HP laptop and I can surf. An older man who always around me was there. He asked me to sit before it is too late. I felt happy. It was Americano. The drink. I duno bitter. but ok. I had new medicine. diarhoea. Luckily it did not happen in JB. I could see them. the other souls. ghost or pontianak. They did not like I was careful with money. I wanted to sit and talk to someone else apart from my friends. But a few only could talk. They asked if I can speak tamil.
It is about friday the 13th. I escaped. I walked away and I thought I would not return. Too bad, the person did not understand. Now I dun know what to answer to the ppl.
Something happened to a famous writer who went away from a house. His wife came back home and she was doing all the work.
The shock was that for 2 hours they did not notice their child missing. His books, clothes and everything were intact. They cried and did not tell anyone until their elder kid came home and shouted at them.
The name Jews were written on the walls.
They saw a kid playing in the house. It is for alone. The kid’s uncle and aunt brought him to somewhere to ask him one question. do you trust god?
He became a gd child and within 2 hours another woman came and scolded them; they let go and he ran away home. He did not know anything until his aunt hugged him.
It was hug. from a long time mother and cook who had died in an explosion. Her ghost had been haunting in his house and in his memories. She had taken a name secretly without telling anyone. She was a holy one they thought. She knelt for anything and everything.
Magicman was a name not allowed in Israel.
A famous art director in a big art firm lost his portfolio when he was dining in a fine restaurant. He did not notice it until 2 days later. He panicked and called the restaurant. Luckily the manager of the 5 star restaurant kept the missing folder which had his best works. His boss told him not to worry and consoled him. He paid the manager a $500 note to appreciate his help. The manager was touched by his love for his works. He soon became a freelance art director who managed 3 budding art copy writers who were so gd in their work that they got paid a lot for their creativity.