Malaysia Tanah Airku

It was a quite pleasant jaywalking session I had; to back and forth Paya Lebar station. Neon lights flashing like a sproadic specious sinister. 3 Dolars beryiani dum. 60 cents Pokka Manggo Tea. Cheerio-cheerio inferno.

Gushing of breezy twist whirling on my sweaty palm, intermitten with a very lovely vista at The Muslim Converts' Association of Singapore.

Raining ablution. Profusion in confusion.

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Ah, to the land of Temasek. Boogieing my puny steps, encircling the atoll. Border sans border. MRTs after another. Bottles of mineral.

Almost exploding bladder.

One second romance. Two hours rooms. Three thundering slaughters.

Gerek seh.