Munirah Meerasa

well i was cleaning my things and i found my old stash of bus ticket. well i had his habit of keeping the bus ticket i ever rode in my purse. well long story shot.  last year around november i need to get home from subang. as i only travel by instic not logic. i decide to take bus at pudu sentral which i always go to. for almost four year. arrive with my white uniform white shawl. black pants and shoe. (lucky i dont wear those sport shoe yet that time. lol) i do what i does normally. with handbang and luggage that could fit me in. and the handle broken. can you immagine the state i  that time. looking ragged i dont really care how my face or my entire outfit look like at that time i walk around act like it was fab. while there a ink stain on my white shirt. i went to the second floor with elevator dragging my luggage with one thing in mind. to get the quickest bus that leaving withing half an hour. ad fast as i can. as soon as the elevator opens. (the elevator lead straight ...

The day where we rushing our life with two huge luggage and hand bag. Where 24 hours feel like almost a week. Depart at 11.00 pm on thursday and arrive home at 10.00 pm friday. Spend most of time at pudu sentral. Even bath at the public toilet. Err TMI.... oh well at the limited time we actually acchive many thing. I recieve my voucher worth 250.00 ringgit malaysia. And all my preacious thing are brought home. And most of all. We spent time together on the time where not a single time past that can make we argue. Its pretty amazing.