When Amri cakap english..

My bosom friends treated us a night at a hotel; and that night we were jaunting around KL till like it’s already 2am. Nights in KL aren’t like I imagine as the Big Apple’s though… mostly went with..

Resting people
Empty roads
No one’s watching
Howling dogs
Quiet city
Dim, yellow streetlights
Wandering homeless
Fainted drinkers
Cold, draughty night
...

PERFECT!!

Ape lagi!!? We sang our old school’s song and dance like a freakin idiot; screaming crazily to the still traffic lights, kicking cans and bottles all over the place, mimicking yamakazi-like movie stunts…and even did a dikir barat in the middle of the road. Cam org baghal^^’

Consequences? A yell from a homeless – immensely tired body – sore throats…etc..

Tapi Ya Rabbi…!!! SYOKNYE!!!
Mohle join.