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And now I realize I am possibly never returning to my home
The White Holes of Kerajaan
Part Three
She looks at me with a very sad smile. And then reaches for my hand. “Whatever that water is, it may be a hallucinogenic.”
And there’s the answer to the million zilchy question. It’s the answer to all the sightings and all the claims of who knows what. The little people. The demons. It’s in the water. How ironic.
As we carry on I am traversing within a state of unknown psychology or more appropriate, neuroscience, for everything seems to affect more than just my mind. My nervous system quivers and I can feel a spark-like sensation firing all over my body. And something else, which I can’t define. Something odd. If I could stand above both Dr. Lyar and myself, I think I would see us walking along, stretched out, distorted and moving in waves. I dare not stop to investigate where I am or with who I am. I trust what I believe and keep hold of Dr. Lyar’s hand and continue moving. It is her hand. I believe it is.
Am I moving? I just realize that sensation melts. The grip on my hand is tense. I realize she is gone, but she is still holding my hand. I am trying to comprehend this strange sensation. I see her hand. I feel her hand. The rest of her has vanished. Suddenly, I am swarmed by what I can only describe as red circles or orbs. Tiny bee-like orbs hovering and gliding in a synchronic buoyancy that seems to have a purpose. What? I don’t know.
And then it occurs to me or what is remaining of my ability to comprehend myself and my surroundings: we are in a white hole. It must be a white hole and though true, no one has ever described being in a white hole because historically, or mythically, those that have entered white holes have never returned. And now I realize I am possibly never returning to my home or to Blissdane Naive for all I know.
But yes, you have figured out that part. You are reading this. I must return. I do. But not before Dr. Lyar and I see things I never believed were part of my world.
As this phenomenon continues, I finally stop moving and Dr. Lyar and I are lying on the ground next to each other. Our bodies wrapped together. She is trembling. She is sweating profusely. We both are. And I then see that it’s no sweat. It’s the iridescent water. And then I see the surrounding forest. But not clearly. There is a white fog around us or we are in a bubble. It is very gloopy looking and feeling, yet it is very clear where we lay. I sit up. She sits up and looks at me.
It is at this moment that we both notice a figure standing before us. It is a woman. I believe it is. She or it? It’s real, and then it’s not real. Visible and then translucent. She appears to be from another time. I say this because she wears a toga-like wrap. She is beautiful. The beauty that comes along once in a lifetime. There is a calmness on her face. It is empathy at a level I have never witnessed or felt. She cares. About what? I have no idea.
I slowly lean to Dr. Lyar. “Do you see what I see?”
“I want to see him.”
I turn to Dr. Lyar. She stands and faces this entity. I stand next to her, not knowing what she’s asking of this goddess apparition.
We are no longer in the bubble. But my vision is still blurry. The goddess smiles and shimmers and waves like a flag. She nods her head.
“You bring him to me! I demand it!”
Whoa. Now Dr. Lyar is scaring me. Whatever this entity is, I would not be making such demands. But then the goddess bows her head and thereafter the air above us goes dark. The shimmer and fog and iridescence have dissipated.
There is a rumble on the ground. I look at Dr. Lyar and she feels it too. The goddess has suspiciously taken her leave, and what happens next is pretty damn scary. Coming to us is a transparent, dark fog. It is nothing, yet it is something. And the closer it gets to us, the clearer its form becomes. And when it is just upon us we can see a gaggle of babies—nay, little people, carrying a body. An old, old, ancient man. So old, he is almost bones. His mouth is open as he struggles to breathe. I am shocked out of my briefs, and I think my hairline has receded another inch.
“What is this?” I ask, but Dr. Lyar is crying. She is falling to pieces.
And now this decrepit old dying man opens his eyes. He reaches out to Dr Lyar and just before he touches her hand he changes into a harrowing gaunt figure standing above all of us. The forest roars like the horns of Unc have awoken. The tiny people run off and this dark, skeletal, wretched and stinking old man points to Dr. Lyar and then points to a clearing section where the bright rain forest is now visible.
I’m unsure if I am hearing this or it is in my mind, but I hear and feel a deep voice say, “OUT! AND NEVER RETURN!”
This grotesque figure lunges towards us and grunts a loud and low ground shaking growl. Its mouth is a large smelly, disgusting hole. It is as menacing as any nightmare I have ever had, and Dr. Lyar runs off.
I follow her at a breakneck speed and I cannot catch her but there is a change and we are no longer in darkness and the rain forest once again surrounds us. Doesn’t matter, Dr. Lyar is running faster than I have ever seen a female run. If the ground were dust and not mud, I’d be in her dust. The rapid kicking of her boots is remarkable. But then my admiration of her legs and speed diverts. I now see she moves to what can only be a cliff. I see large trees in the distance but a gap of nothing just before her. It must be a cliff.
And then she jumps and is out of my sight. My heart sinks. I believe she just committed suicide. But no. I will not believe this. So I continue forward at the best speed I can and as I approach the spot where she plunged I close my eyes and follow her lead and jump and fall. I am free from gravity. The air is flapping at my ears. I am dreaming. And I plunge into sleep...
*
I hear birds overhead. The wind blowing the leaves on trees is clear to me. I know these sounds. My eyes are closed, but I recognize the sounds of life in the forest.
“Meesta Timit. Are you there?”
I know that heavy Kerajaan accent and I struggle to pull my eyelids apart. There is a fierce white light that makes me close my eyes again, but before closing them I see someone standing over me. It is Tnetnu Frmanoos.
“Caw-mon Meesta Timit. Time to geet up.”
He pulls me up to a sitting position, and the wooziness tries to find its balance. The innards of my head feel like thick liquid swishing back and forth. I grunt. “Where am I?” My voice is thin. A whisper. I adjust my neck and several pops ring out. I exhale and I smell something awful coming from my mouth. “Oh, my Unc. Did I eat a Pussmak or something?”
“You are seek, sir. Try to stand.” Tnetnu is helpful in trying to pull my hollow carcass up. He is successful, but I am wobbly.
Now I open my eyes and sure enough, the friendly smile staring at me is from Tnetnu.
“They he ees. Alive.”
Tnetnu laughs and then turns to his truck. Dr. Lyar is sitting in the front seat looking at me. She wears a dark face.
“No problem, Dr. Lyar. He is alive!” Tnetnu laughs his rear off. Then he leans in to me and whispers. “I care not to see another. Mm?”
He reminds me of what he told me when we first talked of white holes. What can I do but nod in agreement? He laughs some more and then guides me to his truck. He opens the rear door and helps me in. Dr. Lyar has since closed her door, buckled up and leaned her head back. Tnetnu walks around to climb aboard, laughing and talking to himself.
“Did that happen?” I ask but receive nothing from Dr; Lyar and Tnetnu enters the truck.
“Oh, what a gawjuss dey. Good dey for a sit beneet the tago trees and seep some pawnebees juice. Varee good dey.”
He sounds as happy as a hammer at a barn raising. I believe it’s because whatever he assumes we went through; he didn’t. Just before he drives off, he looks back at me and gives me an understanding nod. He knows, and he sympathizes.
As we approach the hotel after the gruesomely long journey back to Kalah Waktu, I ask Dr. Lyar if she would consider staying at the hotel, at my company’s expense. I can tell by her response that she is too tired to argue and she just yaps a lifeless, yes.
I say my farewells to Tnetnu. “I will return,” I say to him. “You and I will have some conversations.”
He laughs. “It’s not the words you seek. It’s the living.” He laughs, climbs in his truck and blasts off, saying something in his native tongue that I am clueless about. I breathe deeply and conclude that nothing on the Kerajaan Islands is normal. Surely not Tnetnu. Thank Unc for that.
*
I am standing at her hotel door. My company splurged. They are unaware of this at this point. I chose the Lady’s Prerogative Suite for Dr. Lyar. Not as expensive or grand as the President’s Estate Room, but they informed me the LPS was a pampering experience at extravagant levels. I’d quote the price here but I’m quite in the shoghouse with our accountant already. No need to push it.
The door opens, and Dr. Lyar answers, standing in the hotel’s plush, bathrobe. The Lady’s Prerogative bathrobe, no doubt plushier than the one in my room. Her hair is moist from a shower or a long bath. And considering our day, it was most likely a bath—as was my choice.
She turns away, indifferent to my presence, and leaves the door ajar. I enter and see that she is being treated like the lady of the world. There is a large mobile tray covered with silver dishes of food. An iced dish of half eaten prawns sit staring at me. The tray contains fruits of every tree or vine. Fizz drinks, wines and specialty water bottled in a mauve-like colored ceramic container are plentiful. This all sits waiting for her choice. The prawns are the size of dilcumbers and I must have at least one.
“Finish the prawns,” she says with a flippant wave of her hand. She then falls into a deep, plush chair and hides her feet somewhere within herself. “You’ll be fired for booking this room, anyway. Might as well enjoy the spoils.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I say and take a fine delicate plate and load it with two, three, five, seven prawns, spooning some rich and chunky sauce on the side.
With my plunder prepared, I grab a ceramic of water and move to take the chair opposite Dr. Lyar. As I sit, I see her staring off to nothing. Her robe has fallen open and I am certain she doesn’t realize she is showing me her bosom. And though I enjoy it very much, I look away and clear my throat. This works. I return to look at her and she has adjusted her robe.
I smile and eat my prawns. They are impressive. Another star for the Mollir Azur Hotel. Can they do no wrong?
“If I am fired, these prawns are worth the humiliation.” I try my best to lighten up the room, which she seems intent on keeping in gloom and doom.
“Alright.”
I look around because she didn’t say that to me. Did she? “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ll tell you. But only you.” She twists her neck and back, and I can hear popping that sounds like a rapid-fire zipper. Impressive.
“Does that mean I can’t print it?” I chuckle.
“That’s what it means. And if you do print what I am about to tell you, I will come to your little website’s office and I will stab you in the eye!”
I can’t help but laugh.
She jumps out of her chair, moves swiftly to the mobile tray of food and grabs an ice pick and returns to me, holding the pick an inch from my eye. “Do you understand?”
I move away from the sharp implement. “I do. I do.” That’s me being pusillanimous again. I enjoy and appreciate my vision. Doesn’t everyone? “Unc almighty. What’s with you?”
Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens slightly. “I am scared. What about you?”
I sigh and set the prawns down. I stand and take her into my arms and give her what I assume is a desperately needed hug. And I am correct as she releases a cry that makes both our bodies tremble. She is hiding something from me. I want to know what that is.
LATER
We are back in our chairs. She looks better. But I can see there’s something she is ready to tell me.
“We lost eighteen hours. Did you notice?” She sits back after telling me this. She looks out the window. It’s dark.
I follow her gaze and suddenly feel like I’m just waking up. Or falling asleep. I think on this statement of time and realize I never verified the time. Or the day. I didn’t care. I spoke with no one and contacted no one. And for all I know, I am fired from AYTY.
I turn to her. “How?”
It’s at this point that she leans to me. “My father died when I was sixteen. He was an explorer.”
“Like you,” I say.
“I am a scienteer. Not a child looking for ghosts! Are you an idiot!!”
She is easily angered, and I have just about had enough of her shog.
“Alright. Now you listen to me. I appreciate your willingness to take me to the rain forest but your reward is not a license to abuse me. Either straighten up or I walk and I won’t write anything about you and our experience. I don’t care!”
She says nothing and I gather my things and head for the door and that’s when the woman appears. Rea runs to me and takes a hold of me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am taking it out on you. I am. I am.”
She holds onto me very tightly and I think I am going to pass out from her death grip. I peel her away and look into her eyes, hoping for sincerity. It’s there, and so I return to my seat. She has calmed down and kneels before my chair.. She places her hands on my lap.
“My father died searching for the white holes. Well, it’s assumed he died. He vanished. His team all had different versions of what they saw, so, it made it impossible to determine the truth. They charged no one with any kind of malfeasance. No murder, no conspiracy. Nothing. My father just vanished.”
I see her eyes wander off to the past. This event has been weighing on her since who knows when. It’s why she wanted to go to that exact place. She was looking for her father. That was my guess, and I was certain I was right.
“You were where when this happened?” I have a bad feeling about what her answer will be.
She leans back. “I was there. I was the last to see him. I saw him...” She looks away for a moment and then back to me. “You can write what you want. The things we experienced. But you must promise you will not write what I’m about to tell you.”
I hated doing it, but what choice did I have? I promised. And I apologize to you my readers, but I wanted to know what she knew, and that means you will not know. Unless you yourself go searching for the White Holes of Kerajaan.
THE END
Part Three
She looks at me with a very sad smile. And then reaches for my hand. “Whatever that water is, it may be a hallucinogenic.”
And there’s the answer to the million zilchy question. It’s the answer to all the sightings and all the claims of who knows what. The little people. The demons. It’s in the water. How ironic.
As we carry on I am traversing within a state of unknown psychology or more appropriate, neuroscience, for everything seems to affect more than just my mind. My nervous system quivers and I can feel a spark-like sensation firing all over my body. And something else, which I can’t define. Something odd. If I could stand above both Dr. Lyar and myself, I think I would see us walking along, stretched out, distorted and moving in waves. I dare not stop to investigate where I am or with who I am. I trust what I believe and keep hold of Dr. Lyar’s hand and continue moving. It is her hand. I believe it is.
Am I moving? I just realize that sensation melts. The grip on my hand is tense. I realize she is gone, but she is still holding my hand. I am trying to comprehend this strange sensation. I see her hand. I feel her hand. The rest of her has vanished. Suddenly, I am swarmed by what I can only describe as red circles or orbs. Tiny bee-like orbs hovering and gliding in a synchronic buoyancy that seems to have a purpose. What? I don’t know.
And then it occurs to me or what is remaining of my ability to comprehend myself and my surroundings: we are in a white hole. It must be a white hole and though true, no one has ever described being in a white hole because historically, or mythically, those that have entered white holes have never returned. And now I realize I am possibly never returning to my home or to Blissdane Naive for all I know.
But yes, you have figured out that part. You are reading this. I must return. I do. But not before Dr. Lyar and I see things I never believed were part of my world.
As this phenomenon continues, I finally stop moving and Dr. Lyar and I are lying on the ground next to each other. Our bodies wrapped together. She is trembling. She is sweating profusely. We both are. And I then see that it’s no sweat. It’s the iridescent water. And then I see the surrounding forest. But not clearly. There is a white fog around us or we are in a bubble. It is very gloopy looking and feeling, yet it is very clear where we lay. I sit up. She sits up and looks at me.
It is at this moment that we both notice a figure standing before us. It is a woman. I believe it is. She or it? It’s real, and then it’s not real. Visible and then translucent. She appears to be from another time. I say this because she wears a toga-like wrap. She is beautiful. The beauty that comes along once in a lifetime. There is a calmness on her face. It is empathy at a level I have never witnessed or felt. She cares. About what? I have no idea.
I slowly lean to Dr. Lyar. “Do you see what I see?”
“I want to see him.”
I turn to Dr. Lyar. She stands and faces this entity. I stand next to her, not knowing what she’s asking of this goddess apparition.
We are no longer in the bubble. But my vision is still blurry. The goddess smiles and shimmers and waves like a flag. She nods her head.
“You bring him to me! I demand it!”
Whoa. Now Dr. Lyar is scaring me. Whatever this entity is, I would not be making such demands. But then the goddess bows her head and thereafter the air above us goes dark. The shimmer and fog and iridescence have dissipated.
There is a rumble on the ground. I look at Dr. Lyar and she feels it too. The goddess has suspiciously taken her leave, and what happens next is pretty damn scary. Coming to us is a transparent, dark fog. It is nothing, yet it is something. And the closer it gets to us, the clearer its form becomes. And when it is just upon us we can see a gaggle of babies—nay, little people, carrying a body. An old, old, ancient man. So old, he is almost bones. His mouth is open as he struggles to breathe. I am shocked out of my briefs, and I think my hairline has receded another inch.
“What is this?” I ask, but Dr. Lyar is crying. She is falling to pieces.
And now this decrepit old dying man opens his eyes. He reaches out to Dr Lyar and just before he touches her hand he changes into a harrowing gaunt figure standing above all of us. The forest roars like the horns of Unc have awoken. The tiny people run off and this dark, skeletal, wretched and stinking old man points to Dr. Lyar and then points to a clearing section where the bright rain forest is now visible.
I’m unsure if I am hearing this or it is in my mind, but I hear and feel a deep voice say, “OUT! AND NEVER RETURN!”
This grotesque figure lunges towards us and grunts a loud and low ground shaking growl. Its mouth is a large smelly, disgusting hole. It is as menacing as any nightmare I have ever had, and Dr. Lyar runs off.
I follow her at a breakneck speed and I cannot catch her but there is a change and we are no longer in darkness and the rain forest once again surrounds us. Doesn’t matter, Dr. Lyar is running faster than I have ever seen a female run. If the ground were dust and not mud, I’d be in her dust. The rapid kicking of her boots is remarkable. But then my admiration of her legs and speed diverts. I now see she moves to what can only be a cliff. I see large trees in the distance but a gap of nothing just before her. It must be a cliff.
And then she jumps and is out of my sight. My heart sinks. I believe she just committed suicide. But no. I will not believe this. So I continue forward at the best speed I can and as I approach the spot where she plunged I close my eyes and follow her lead and jump and fall. I am free from gravity. The air is flapping at my ears. I am dreaming. And I plunge into sleep...
*
I hear birds overhead. The wind blowing the leaves on trees is clear to me. I know these sounds. My eyes are closed, but I recognize the sounds of life in the forest.
“Meesta Timit. Are you there?”
I know that heavy Kerajaan accent and I struggle to pull my eyelids apart. There is a fierce white light that makes me close my eyes again, but before closing them I see someone standing over me. It is Tnetnu Frmanoos.
“Caw-mon Meesta Timit. Time to geet up.”
He pulls me up to a sitting position, and the wooziness tries to find its balance. The innards of my head feel like thick liquid swishing back and forth. I grunt. “Where am I?” My voice is thin. A whisper. I adjust my neck and several pops ring out. I exhale and I smell something awful coming from my mouth. “Oh, my Unc. Did I eat a Pussmak or something?”
“You are seek, sir. Try to stand.” Tnetnu is helpful in trying to pull my hollow carcass up. He is successful, but I am wobbly.
Now I open my eyes and sure enough, the friendly smile staring at me is from Tnetnu.
“They he ees. Alive.”
Tnetnu laughs and then turns to his truck. Dr. Lyar is sitting in the front seat looking at me. She wears a dark face.
“No problem, Dr. Lyar. He is alive!” Tnetnu laughs his rear off. Then he leans in to me and whispers. “I care not to see another. Mm?”
He reminds me of what he told me when we first talked of white holes. What can I do but nod in agreement? He laughs some more and then guides me to his truck. He opens the rear door and helps me in. Dr. Lyar has since closed her door, buckled up and leaned her head back. Tnetnu walks around to climb aboard, laughing and talking to himself.
“Did that happen?” I ask but receive nothing from Dr; Lyar and Tnetnu enters the truck.
“Oh, what a gawjuss dey. Good dey for a sit beneet the tago trees and seep some pawnebees juice. Varee good dey.”
He sounds as happy as a hammer at a barn raising. I believe it’s because whatever he assumes we went through; he didn’t. Just before he drives off, he looks back at me and gives me an understanding nod. He knows, and he sympathizes.
As we approach the hotel after the gruesomely long journey back to Kalah Waktu, I ask Dr. Lyar if she would consider staying at the hotel, at my company’s expense. I can tell by her response that she is too tired to argue and she just yaps a lifeless, yes.
I say my farewells to Tnetnu. “I will return,” I say to him. “You and I will have some conversations.”
He laughs. “It’s not the words you seek. It’s the living.” He laughs, climbs in his truck and blasts off, saying something in his native tongue that I am clueless about. I breathe deeply and conclude that nothing on the Kerajaan Islands is normal. Surely not Tnetnu. Thank Unc for that.
*
I am standing at her hotel door. My company splurged. They are unaware of this at this point. I chose the Lady’s Prerogative Suite for Dr. Lyar. Not as expensive or grand as the President’s Estate Room, but they informed me the LPS was a pampering experience at extravagant levels. I’d quote the price here but I’m quite in the shoghouse with our accountant already. No need to push it.
The door opens, and Dr. Lyar answers, standing in the hotel’s plush, bathrobe. The Lady’s Prerogative bathrobe, no doubt plushier than the one in my room. Her hair is moist from a shower or a long bath. And considering our day, it was most likely a bath—as was my choice.
She turns away, indifferent to my presence, and leaves the door ajar. I enter and see that she is being treated like the lady of the world. There is a large mobile tray covered with silver dishes of food. An iced dish of half eaten prawns sit staring at me. The tray contains fruits of every tree or vine. Fizz drinks, wines and specialty water bottled in a mauve-like colored ceramic container are plentiful. This all sits waiting for her choice. The prawns are the size of dilcumbers and I must have at least one.
“Finish the prawns,” she says with a flippant wave of her hand. She then falls into a deep, plush chair and hides her feet somewhere within herself. “You’ll be fired for booking this room, anyway. Might as well enjoy the spoils.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I say and take a fine delicate plate and load it with two, three, five, seven prawns, spooning some rich and chunky sauce on the side.
With my plunder prepared, I grab a ceramic of water and move to take the chair opposite Dr. Lyar. As I sit, I see her staring off to nothing. Her robe has fallen open and I am certain she doesn’t realize she is showing me her bosom. And though I enjoy it very much, I look away and clear my throat. This works. I return to look at her and she has adjusted her robe.
I smile and eat my prawns. They are impressive. Another star for the Mollir Azur Hotel. Can they do no wrong?
“If I am fired, these prawns are worth the humiliation.” I try my best to lighten up the room, which she seems intent on keeping in gloom and doom.
“Alright.”
I look around because she didn’t say that to me. Did she? “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ll tell you. But only you.” She twists her neck and back, and I can hear popping that sounds like a rapid-fire zipper. Impressive.
“Does that mean I can’t print it?” I chuckle.
“That’s what it means. And if you do print what I am about to tell you, I will come to your little website’s office and I will stab you in the eye!”
I can’t help but laugh.
She jumps out of her chair, moves swiftly to the mobile tray of food and grabs an ice pick and returns to me, holding the pick an inch from my eye. “Do you understand?”
I move away from the sharp implement. “I do. I do.” That’s me being pusillanimous again. I enjoy and appreciate my vision. Doesn’t everyone? “Unc almighty. What’s with you?”
Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens slightly. “I am scared. What about you?”
I sigh and set the prawns down. I stand and take her into my arms and give her what I assume is a desperately needed hug. And I am correct as she releases a cry that makes both our bodies tremble. She is hiding something from me. I want to know what that is.
LATER
We are back in our chairs. She looks better. But I can see there’s something she is ready to tell me.
“We lost eighteen hours. Did you notice?” She sits back after telling me this. She looks out the window. It’s dark.
I follow her gaze and suddenly feel like I’m just waking up. Or falling asleep. I think on this statement of time and realize I never verified the time. Or the day. I didn’t care. I spoke with no one and contacted no one. And for all I know, I am fired from AYTY.
I turn to her. “How?”
It’s at this point that she leans to me. “My father died when I was sixteen. He was an explorer.”
“Like you,” I say.
“I am a scienteer. Not a child looking for ghosts! Are you an idiot!!”
She is easily angered, and I have just about had enough of her shog.
“Alright. Now you listen to me. I appreciate your willingness to take me to the rain forest but your reward is not a license to abuse me. Either straighten up or I walk and I won’t write anything about you and our experience. I don’t care!”
She says nothing and I gather my things and head for the door and that’s when the woman appears. Rea runs to me and takes a hold of me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am taking it out on you. I am. I am.”
She holds onto me very tightly and I think I am going to pass out from her death grip. I peel her away and look into her eyes, hoping for sincerity. It’s there, and so I return to my seat. She has calmed down and kneels before my chair.. She places her hands on my lap.
“My father died searching for the white holes. Well, it’s assumed he died. He vanished. His team all had different versions of what they saw, so, it made it impossible to determine the truth. They charged no one with any kind of malfeasance. No murder, no conspiracy. Nothing. My father just vanished.”
I see her eyes wander off to the past. This event has been weighing on her since who knows when. It’s why she wanted to go to that exact place. She was looking for her father. That was my guess, and I was certain I was right.
“You were where when this happened?” I have a bad feeling about what her answer will be.
She leans back. “I was there. I was the last to see him. I saw him...” She looks away for a moment and then back to me. “You can write what you want. The things we experienced. But you must promise you will not write what I’m about to tell you.”
I hated doing it, but what choice did I have? I promised. And I apologize to you my readers, but I wanted to know what she knew, and that means you will not know. Unless you yourself go searching for the White Holes of Kerajaan.
THE END
Editor's Note:
Timit Garz has taken vacation. He will return in two weeks and report-in from his next destination. In the meantime, he recommends reading Malen Diviti's next blog on her fabulous trip to Sima Senco for this year's fashion extravaganza, The Vintro Fashion Show.
"Or as I call it, the Vintage Retro Brummagem. Get yourself a nice wedge, Malen." -- Timit Garz
Timit Garz has taken vacation. He will return in two weeks and report-in from his next destination. In the meantime, he recommends reading Malen Diviti's next blog on her fabulous trip to Sima Senco for this year's fashion extravaganza, The Vintro Fashion Show.
"Or as I call it, the Vintage Retro Brummagem. Get yourself a nice wedge, Malen." -- Timit Garz
Dr. Cah Rea Lyar
The events reported in this story are unverified and solely a recounting from the writer. Dr. Cah Rea Lyar was contacted for comment but refused to speak with AYTY.
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