Dilinger's Escape Plan Went Awry

Note to self: Do not make anymore note-to-self. Avoiding human traffic is impossible.

I don't want to disclose facts about Anjakan Paradigma just yet. It's still too early to say anything but let's just say that everything's under microscopic-attention. Alia's piano prog. is bleakfully gorgeous. Faring up would be immensefully tough.

So after the jamm session at Alia's, we went to INTEC to pick up the Li when the sky is pretty much falling like mad. Clad in baju (kurung) Kedah and her hoodie, I was greeted with a smack. So to prohibit further smacking, she has to be allowed to 'confiscate' my IXUS. So for a moment we're officially stuck in Shah Alam. Alia dropped me off at Kelana Jaya's Putra terminal. Her initial intention was sweet but the thought of Subang's infamous traffic bumper-to-bumper is unbearable.

Taking the feeder bus from there was the best choice possible to get home by break-fast but I had other things in mind. I took the LRT instead and ended up riding the Komuter and Triton back home, of all intentions of not making sense. Don't ask me why I did that. It was a waste of money, yes. But I did it carelessly. Did it made me feel relieved in a way? No. Not at all. All that 'missled adventures' left me weared out that I missed last night's terawikh. Even as I'm writing, I'm still trying to find the exact purpose of my 'silly' act. The feeling of befuddeled-ness is still very much hovering over me.

*Sniff*. Shit. I've got flu.