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Muar is invaded by japanese looking chinese girls.

Ah, they are moving on. The teenagers during my wonderful youth years wasn't into hip style or cool music. They were more laid back with weird sense of dressing. Any girls/boys who dress up and speak English was labelled KL-ites and sometimes they made us (yeah i was one of them) felt like we don't belong to the place. Partially true though, come to think of it. I, Shakirah, Ebnu, and some other names I forgot to recall, aren't Muar borne. We are either KL-borne or JB-borne. So.

Anyway, i'm always happy and proud to be a Muarian. Told Muzzo that a hometown describes a person. In Muar, i feel like i can live here forever. And i do noticed that i talked about this place regularly in my blog. Here's a description of how i spend my happy Sunday here:

Morning - i woke up early on Sundays. Basically because there's no interruption of horrible thoughts such as 'gosh i got a train to catch / argh! it's henry's class today! / where am i?, so this is the day when i can actually wake up with a smile and forget that i haven't pay the fine yet. I'll have regular Sunday breakfast with my mom (or the whole family) at our fav kopitiam, eating satay pagi, lontong and iced mylo.

Noon - Check out the mall. Check out my favorite 'J-Boutique' (they sell cool army jacket and vintage clothing at a very affordable price), check out my fav bookshop and browse for books i know i cant afford to buy unless i earn extra money, read the newspapers, read the mag, watch astro and just lazying around waiting for 4pm to come.

Evening - Yay! It's 4pm. Sometimes i take lovely nap in the afternoon so 4pm is the right time to dash out of the house again. I'll hunt for lovely creamy breads, cookies, goreng pisang and other kuih-muih for tea. ( i make lovely, with less sugar tea btw). Sometimes i'll hang out with my darling Wawa and Rahman, gossiping and exchange thoughts on economy and politic ( i do talk about these kinda topics with Rahman, he's my fav guy to chat about these stuff) where the conversation will go on and on until it faded to a part where i'll throw him silly comebacks and he'll make sarcastic remarks on girl's tits. We usually end it with him saying 'i know it's silicone, ib.' And sometimes, i'll visit my aunt and cousin, they'll make me tea and lovely biscuits.

Night - Ah, this is my fav time of the day! Muar is much more happening at nights, more food to hunt and more people to observe. I usually have lovely dinner with my mom at our fav places. Sometimes Muhkriz and Ito would join us. We'll be back home around 9, just in time to catch my CSI Supreme Sunday.

Midnight - I get 'emo-blues'. Listen to jazz, drown myself under the influence of nostalgic sound of it, dreamy thoughts and comfort of the sofa, letting my head spinning, heart breaking over stupid memories, the pain of missing him badly, and then my fingers will itch to press the keypad of my handphone and dial up his number or texting him just to let him know i do exist.......God, whatever. And then i'm off to bed.

And then Monday comes and i'm off to dirty KL and flushing my head down the toilet bowl every thursday just to make the eagerness to go back to muar go away.

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Told a friend : I want to migrate. Say, melbourne. (though i heard it's far much dreadful than KL).

Simply because i wanted to flee.

See, i can be fickle-minded at times. One minute i'm loving Muar, but the next minute i'll be thinking about how wonderful it would be to migrate to other country, away from everything.

All this no thanks to the wedding i went yesterday. One of Muar's richest family held a grand wedding for their son, and being a faithfull, loving daughter, Ibah, i followed mom to the reception where chances are:

a- i'll bump into high school rival.
b- the house brings old painful memories.
c- i'll see that 'someone' i have no intention to see or even catch a glance.

and of course I :

a- bump into high school rival.
b- the house did bring old painful memories.
c- i saw that 'someone' who i have no intention to see or even catch a glance. Tsk tsk.

And for all this stupid reasons, i seriously reconsidering my plan of migrating to Melbourne.

I'll remember Muar for it's food.


Living my life pathetically happy.
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