The Life of an Ambivert

As of this moment, I am watching a silent filming of the 2015's Jurassic World, waiting for my phone to charge to an adequate amount for my daily dose of Instagram feeds, and thinking of ways to start this blog, all while sitting in a lounge at the Malaysian international airport. I can never seem to remember the first time I came here with my family. I was five years old then. Do you ever remember things that you did or places that you went to when you were really young? I definitely don't. It;s just tiny fragments of memory that's burnt into my mind. Legitimately this is the only thing I can recall about my 2006 trip. The first morning in Kuala Lampur, we went to a South Indian restaurant to eat. It was an open air place, meaning it had it's fair share of bugs and strays. It was the way my sister screamed when a stray cat brushed against her leg, that logged that memory in my head. There is no recollection of the butterfly park, bird park, the Twin Towers, or any of ...