It is always Sunday at night I become chatty in the blog and there is a lot I want to share. To kill the Monday blues' dread and to shift my attention to something else.
Pasar Malam is always welcoming and warm. It has been a long while I didn't visit any pasar malam and yesterday, doing the bargain and buying tasty traditional food, I felt jolt of excitement.
Durian is good too. Had the chance to taste the Musang King last week and started to look for more, but it is too far away. Sepang away from Ampang.
My ignorance has been the topic for teasing me. I am ignorant like a guy usually ignore their partner and it was once proven when I did this personality test. It was somehow made me sad. Being ignorant is not something I am intended to do, it was like I am born with it. And some emotional attached feeling that girls usually did, that required my attention, is where I am lacking at. I am sorry and will slowly become less ignorant. Hehe. Ignorance is after all not really a bliss.
Last but not least, be thankful if you are reading this. At somewhere we didn't aware of, there are people that breathing their last breath, that sleeping on the sand covered by no roof, eating their only left food not knowing what to eat tomorrow; not because there are plenty of options to choose, but because there are none.
Live with continuous improvement, less whining on the net and be ashamed everytime we think of whining, as there are already a lot of blessing awarded.
Bye!
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