20 years ago, in a seremban all-boys boarding school far, far away…

we were woken up by klaxon. at 4 bleedin’ thirty in the morning. we would drag ourselves to the dining hall after washing our faces and brushing our gigi. sahur was nasi kawah with gulai lemak, washed down by wahi (prisonboarding school substitute for milo) panas. and what did the (mostly kutu) dining hall student committee put on the dining school PA?

still loving you by scorpions.

guess what i am listening to now, post-sahur.

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i am now on 8mbps. ada orang tu kata, hard disc space is inversely proportionate to connection speed.