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.
I went mad and scared. Something about internet. Connection not there. I saw things. Walls, King alone waiting for 2 queens. All these happened in a hotel in JB, Malaysia. I hate blackness. I dun like when lights are not open. ANyway I should have chosen starbucks. or walk around to somewhere like ipoh. I dun understand why local boys can’t do anything about being handled by ppl they dun need. TO cut the story short he asked me to leave. I took the passport and left. Easy as a pie. The bus driver was friendly. They talk in tamil. THe regret maybe I should have carried a haversack. Too heavy the load. 2 bags. Someone is restricting my memory, brains and feelings.
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.