I always wish i had more time. Just returned from Johor yesterday. Another busy-feasting weekend on the Malaysia delicacies. A week later but a much more happier mood than than the last time we went. Eat alot, and walk not.. alot. The car takes you to whereever you go. Even its only a 200metre walk away to another relative's house. Dont ever wish that you'll be able to flag down a taxi even though you may be waiting for one hour in your most sexiest dress. Not even two. The probability that you'll meet a rapist could be even higher. No car in malaysia can kind of cripple you physically i thought. Ironically, taxi driver in the city area need to sell their services like a salesman selling his products. For the ones near custom, they dont ask if you want to hop in their car. They'll go "Singapore" "Singapore". Its their business term. Of course im not taking everything into the harbour of my eyes in a mocking way. From their perspective, i felt that its sort of humuliation for them to have to "call" for services on the streets instead like Singapore's. Funny huh. Drivers do this on the streets walked by 3908409840 people who give them weird and angry glances. In whatever position, i hope people will treat each other equally and fairly. Boil everything down to its essence, we are one of a kind. Merely people grew up in different environments and were educated in a different way.

Oh and I love the surprise phone Daddy had his friend brought back from Shanghai alot. Never know he could be this sweet. I believe everyone has great parents. Sometimes we may have hated them to the core for trivial things and note it on the mind, but they dont. Parents dont.