..who is ‘able to respond’. (define 'responsible')
1. Was it too much to ask for a half-gentleman? At the very least, I had started the ball rolling for you..I made the first call, left a message..and all you can messaged much later was that, “Sorry2x..tengah khusyuk tengok bola?” Prftttttt!!
2. (A variation of the ‘same theme’ in fb: Prfttttttttttt!!!!)
3. Was it too much to ask for you to answer that One Single Question? After all, you did answer all the rest of my insubstantial questions. No answer is already an answer by itself, I guess..(Yes, rad who is 'always jump into conclusions..'). No need to come back looking for me the next day, as if nothing had happened, and said, “Apa cer?” Prfttttttttttt!!!!
4. Was it too much to ask for a half-sensitive decent guy? I know everyone nowadays come with emotional baggages…yes, even a metrosexual guy like you. Do you have to read too much into my statements? Maybe I need to a have a permanent sign on me, “Rad who is always putting her foot in her mouth!” Prfttttttttttt!!!!
5. And there were you, yes YOU - the one over there. Did you know that I have make peace with myself, forgive you (even if there is nothing to forgive according to your standard) deleted you from my YM (after sending you an email a long, long time ago (and no reply), thanking you for the supports & prayers so far), and think of all the goods things that may happen to you? Was it fair to me when you simply came out of the blue in YM & say, “Salam rad…” and left me waiting for 2 nights & days (spoilt my whole weekend too with needless anticipation) for your respond to a simple question, “Where are you now?” All I thought was, “Now, we can be friends…at least!” Prftttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!
Honestly, don't you bother now...
I gave up!
Prelude: Ahh...putting my feet up, on a hammock under the tree shade by the beach.
Side-activity..
Towards our destination...
Built in 1883 yo!
A touristy take!
Wide open sea-view from the upper deck..
The real things!
At the end: The heart was willing but the body is already aging.. a boat ride for going back!
Started the day early with crossing the bridge..faced the morning sun!
Admire the limestone shrubberies..
Met Mr Mattheus...the African mountain goat! 
Ahh.. tranquillity - across the lake, what a perfect spot for a picnic lunch!
A hungry tiger..."What are you two looking at?" Wroarrrr!!!
..with a slim tummy!
Everybody pose nicely - thank you! *The chief trainer was holding his arm tenderly after a loving swat from baby's paw..aww*
Even if I'm only a 7-months baby, do check out my claws!
I speak English only!
A baby got to be fed with bottled-milks..
Look ma - no hands!
At least I make an effort to shake hands...
..and tired of listening to this guy..
I was in Taman Shamelin Perkasa, Cheras - for my A-level and also first year of varsity - back in 1993-1996. JJ Taman Maluri was our hang-out place. It was an adventure by itself going to JJ from our side of Taman Shamelin Perkasa just for a spot of shopping! As a shortcut, we had to cross the river using a make-shift bridge of water pipe (with just some wooden planks)...I had to make do with packed-like-sardines Bas Mini Wilayah for getting to/fro Puduraya. This was back before the existence of the LRT! Had my first experience of being grope on the bus...euww!
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