two people picked me out on the street and started throwing questions at me. scared the crap out of me. eventually, they managed to convince me to follow them. what the hell did i just get myself into? brought me into the elevator and hit floor eighteen. i got so worried that i tried reading their eyes to check if they're sincere or just bullshitting, but trying to capture me! felt a teeny weeny bit at ease, the eyes looked desperately fine. oh, panicked even more, to the extent, i had to search for my cell buried in a bag. to be prepared! i've watched taken. that film triggered me to react that way. call and shout as much! panicked some more when i think about the running low battery. oh, luck. then, they kept going on and on and on. turned out sounding like alalalalalalala.
another mall gathering, late for the reason of that whole occurrence. in chronological order, i could say one word, invent an anecdote, explain with a story and figure the bottom line. stoned, two to three times, after that. others were telling me things, i couldn't really hear. amplified background noises, minimized surround sound, voices. oh my gawd. my five bucks. yusof bin ishak the great one on that awesome green note. it's gone. i got conned.
p.s. matt giraud just made me scream!
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