My dad can’t regconized me. T3T
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That day, my dad went and fetched me up from the airport. He was standing just right outside of the entrance, so I walked to him but he didn’t recognize me at all T3T. I wondered izzit because of the 9cm-tall-standing hair or I just being away for too long..
Weeeeeeeeeeee I’m back in my hometown at last but for 5 days only :/
Regardless, I’m so gonna eat like a Garfield during this 5 days in Kuching.
Wakakakaka… XD
Well.. that’s all for now.. I better go get some awesome Sarawak food!!
Yesterday evening, I was in my boss’s room and heard someone was playing the flute. And he/she was practicing to it as that person kept on missing the notes.. It was pretty strange as no one could be playing a flute in the office and my office (factory) is in the middle of the industrial zone. There’s nothing here beside factories.. :/
Not sure it was a momok or not but the first thing I had in mind was to blog about this strange encounter XD . Hahahaha bloggers…
Btw, Momok = Ghost..a term I learned from somewhere sometime I can’t remember..
Oh ya, momok, please don’t come and find me .. T3T
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